Beggars Whispered Plea
I need to find the place
where understanding doesn't ache
where memories no longer burn
and my soul no longer quakes
no evidence that's left
from my beggars whispered pleas
I dreamed it way too late
no escape from the debris
I still can see his face
his words still burn in me
my heart won't cease from breaking
these barbed wire encased schemes
and I turned the other cheek
but it wasn't quick enough
you'd already turned your back
you'd already called my bluff
as I drink the acrid coffee
as the evening bleeds to light
another day dawns empty
from another sleepless night
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