Discordant

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The dark comfort
Of my cries
Has left me.
I thought I wailed
My body’s insult,
Agonized and alone,
Releasing pain,
Screeching
Unchangeable history,
One discordant
Half-step
From music
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But I was wrong.
Worse, my validity
Is merely rejected.
My screaming
Anguish has been
Decreed hysterics,
And ignored,
But for more
Duty traps carefully
Laid as hazard
For escaping
Songs overheard.
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Bear …11.29.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014
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