Frustrated.
My mind bleeps in short bursts of thought. Inconsistent.
I start a sentence and terminate a phrase.
Don't terminate. Don't terminate my space.
Overwhelmed with anger at the sheer audacity.
Disillusioned. My idealism shattered. Insanity.
Stupefied by the blatant neglect. Or ignorance?
For the answers we know to the questions we dare not ask.
For all this craziness, who has most to gain when we have the most to lose?
I've lost my rhyme and rhythm.
A dissonance. A nuance. A knot in my nape that cannot be undone.
Should I resign myself and brace for the impact?
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