when good intentions go awry…
one can only bend in woeful sighs…
tears in stinging silent fall…
alone one stands against the wicked winds…
ghastly nightmares of old arise…
the crumble of defences tall…
the quiescent words… taciturn… stall…
plainly put all in all…
just awfully and painfully misunderstood…
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