Slow Quiet Fred

Misdirected poetry
Art that doesn't count

Songs that no one sings
and love than can only pout

Joy locked in a box
Surrounded by voices of fear

Coos & Moans & whispers of love
That no one can ever hear

Deep in my head
Is this called dead?

Slow quiet Fred
Sits silent in dread

The trap is someday
The trap is when
The evil is that tape loop
That says, "If only, then...".

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