Futility

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Trolls ascribed with opinions,
our dreams abused; doubt lingers within
their words potent and confused.

Laughter silenced by
the endless chatter;
so many voices drowning out
the one that matters.

Lost is the touch of comfort; missing
the sight of familiar faces. The mind’s
gestation of horrible thoughts
leading us to some very dark places.

The sun never rises; we cannot
see the sky. No one can feel
our tears, no one can hear us
cry.