Devil’s Drum

Not worth the time

Of what could be

When sadness plays

In litany

(hazardously free)

And validation

Never comes

For with no eyes-

no heart to love..

(below or above)

The blackest panther 

In the room

Is just the moments.

They are my doom.

(a sad little tune)

Do not slave

My heart to run.

It gallops and bucks

Like the devil’s drum.

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