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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
Sounds of Sorrow
Scribblings of the Mad Dog
Melancholic rhythms
Constantly at play in my head
On the cusp of crying
The violin in my throat sings
a hopeless melody
Bridges between smiles and frowns
are composed by regrets
and times of productivity
marked by solo performances
Diminished self-esteem
Resounding wasted potential
beaten into my memories
The echoing knell of failure
can be heard with each sigh
A virtuoso of anguish
Forced upon a bright stage
to hide tears that are flowing down
the inside of my face