Listen to the tires screeching.
Listen to the clock ticking,
as it steals the power of silence,
from the tireless barking dog.

Listen to the stillness of a man,
his mind full of broken promises and empty words.
Listen to the boy’s jubilant world,
being shuttered before his eyes.

All I ask of you,
is to just listen.
Listen to the chirping bird,
slipping from the tree
and landing on its beak.

Listen to my agony
As I scribe this down in the dead night,
we all want to forget.

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