I wake to the sting
no longer to the heedless sun
unrepelled by the metallic blinds
neither to the whimper of a child
exacting unshared devotion
that in the days past curbed my warm nights
Rather that I am nagged by the burning heat
with my skin turning dark and dry
by the shrillest shout and banging noise
that tire the hands and sap the brain
than open my eyes to sleep once more
with a gentle, faceless gray shadow
that breeds the sting...
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