Friday, October 10, 2008

the drumming:

I’m having trouble sleeping
A painless throb is drumming in my mind.
Like all the world’s worst drummers
Have been paid to make sure I suffer.

They keep drumming...
Drumming out her name
In a rhythm only I can comprehend
As it’s only I they drum for

If only she could hear this
And tell the drummers to stop
To stop making me suffer so
If only she could stop them.

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