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The Aching
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The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
To unravel my achings alone.
Summer was never so persistent,
To make the Cuckoo's flocking consistent,
Alas when my ambience grew bore,
My conscience ached for more.
Staying didn't help,
Like a stagnant little kelp,
Wanted a movement in my solo path,
Because heartaches needed a bloody bath.
Screaming didn't prove my point,
They shut the drapes so no one joined,
Therapy was the final remedy,
That might seal my aching tragedy.
Neither tapping,
Nor banging,
Nor bursting helped,
But facing my aching,
That was nearly death!
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
To unravel my achings alone.
Summer was never so persistent,
To make the Cuckoo's flocking consistent,
Alas when my ambience grew bore,
My conscience ached for more.
Staying didn't help,
Like a stagnant little kelp,
Wanted a movement in my solo path,
Because heartaches needed a bloody bath.
Screaming didn't prove my point,
They shut the drapes so no one joined,
Therapy was the final remedy,
That might seal my aching tragedy.
Neither tapping,
Nor banging,
Nor bursting helped,
But facing my aching,
That was nearly death!
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