The beating drums grow louder
While the sound of the gentle stream is no more
Cast into a strange place
No space for laughter
No room for loose shoulders
Louder they beat
In my head
Louder are the beating drums
Hard times are making me crazy
Hard times pound away at me
When will it get better?
When will the beat drop?
This isn't all life is, right?
Where is the stream?
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Poems and Reflections
PoezjaInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
