The oppressed dream

By Margo Doucet

Through the lonely child
The pain is kept as a lie
So easy to deny
Yet ravishing to spy

What did I do wrong?
To be punished so strong
Where did you go?
To be lost so low

The boy who’s seeking
Is still sleeping
The girl who’s dreaming
Is still waiting

How can she explain?
That the blush is her aim
How can he remain?
Without feeling the strength

Is there a speech to tell?
In which dialect to spell?
Is there a better world than well?
In which eye’s the true bell?

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