A million holes in the wall of this dam,
Water flows under the heightened sham,
Sounds get louder and the winds get braver,
But inside shadows determinations waver.
Closed doors and windows shut,
all my poetry caught in this rut,
shallow intellect screams out a name,
its that opening from whence it came.
Drudgery and death of lost dreams,
losing battles and deafening screams,
Pain and passion all intertwined,
A hundred sad songs playing on my mind.