It clicks,
but no life.
They have come with their suggestions
They offer diagnosises
But nothing else
Meanwhile,
My friend sits silently,
And I burn within.
The loss weighing heavily upon my mind,
Squeezing sanity from my veins.
Nothing to drown out the voices.
Nothing to burn the images from my eyes.
It clicks,
But no life
and no hope for tomorrow
or the day after.
If I knew its cause
I would rip the problem from its heart,
Give it a spark...
I would resurrect the dormant giant
That sleeps across from me.
My only friend,
My only sactuary...
It clicks,
But no fire.
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