twisting and turning,
Dragging me along in its wake
Right beside me people are dying,crying,abused everyday
While others look on and pretend not to see.
Time has no authority here
No voice to break the cacophany
of screams
There is no end to it and its reality,
No pause to ease the suffering.
Time is observed but not heeded
Abuse is recognized but Ignored
No voice seems loud enough to penetrate the iron curtain of pretense
no moment significant enough to alter the outcome
All around me the world moves on
Not caring who gets left in its wake.
There is no end...
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