Hope is strangled.
Dreams are killed.
Life has halted.
Optimism has faded.
Sleep has abandoned.
Love is suppressed.
Adulthood has reigned.
In a posthumous world
Of my head-
Tones, disembodied.
Voices, unrecognised.
Whispers, unreconciled.
Bombard and surround
For the hopes to remain
Throttled and strangled.
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