A Lonely Scream

I have a scream to yell, but my grief cripples my tongue. I have sorrow to sing, yet my throat is hewed in the forest of love. My neighbors, my cursed neighbors whom I love and hate, I have a scream to yell and a sorrow to sing though you fill your ears with deaf tunes and direct your attention to things trivial and vain.

My neighbors, my cursed neighbors I am neither your neighbor nor a knocker upon the doors of your lives, I am but a beggar of your attentions and an asker of your pity.

My cursed neighbors who hear me not, my cursed neighbors who see me not, of myself I am no more and no more I am of my meaning.
My meaning was a humming bird in the nest of love
Upon the tall tree of dreams
But the thorns of hatred made loss of me
And hewed my tree

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