Leaking Gas

There’s a misery that leaks into the night now

And footsteps that are neither closer

Or further

Than they were the day before

There’s a whisper of a coming war

And choking up tears is no longer adequate

Someone demands a sacrifice

Not of blood, wealth, or power

But of the mind

Somewhere, someone needs not to be seen

Just heard, and with open minds we can sense

Everything that’s ever been needed by anyone

The misery wants to keep us slow

The misery wants to keep us silent

And most importantly

The misery wants us to believe

That there was never anything wrong

In the first place

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