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Quite child,
be silent
they can hear us in the dark
Quite please,
they'll find us
I can hear the devil dogs bark
Quite down
they'll grab us
and confine us in a place
It's quite now
worried sick
it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep
it feels like you’ve tried it all
from reading books to counting sheep
your mind races
your head aches
overthinking
it leaves no space
Dear “The name that shall never be spoken”,
What have you created? By who were you created?
Who told you it was fine to wreck a home?
Sometimes I wonder
If madness sounds like civilization
Noisy music
Incessant hubbub and babble
The scrape of sandals on concrete
Breaths
