Passing by so fast, the days become a blur

Weeks lead into months

I remain unheard

Not dormant, but elusive

When it comes to poetry, I’m not always so inclusive

I keep plenty to myself

I merely draw the shades back

A glimpse of this pure hell

Telling, though hazily defined

A view through dirty glass

The rest I have to hide

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