The Sensible Sensitivity in Sensing Something’s Wrong

A world painted in black and white,
Nights long fears, shades slip away from light
Distilled and brewed,
Broken and bruised
Silence carries letters various and unknown

A face painted in hate spilled
Heart lost in fate filled
Twins screaming we don’t look the same
As glass breaks we all feel that pain

Sensible words, lost in radio noise
Across the sky, signals intercept
Distorted and disturbed,
Moved and planted
Silence carries noises away from trembling lips

A face painted in fear filled
Minds vacant of far away memories
And the days that once made us
As our hearts sink we all feel the pain

Something’s wrong,
But none of us can sense it
What would the sensitively phrased say?
Where the sidewalk ends,
Could we make it past the side?

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