My quill is bent
My instincts went
After those who
Are paid to persuade
My sentiments are spent
Reeled in and past
Where they should have
Can I just feel and grieve
What's being lost
In this great void
Those who I cannot see
Or engage with enough
My heart is helpless to assuage
Any fear or panic that's engaged
In those around me waiting
The results far past the present fog
Let's clean and straighten what we have
Exiting the excess salve
Of which we've often gotten used to
Excess comfort, that'll teach you.
-Kelly Voelker
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