Faced

Guttural sounds
are lost then found
memory bound
as I recall

It once chided
now subsided
suicided
to bring my fall

Such need have I
for troubled cries
that I might die
should they be stalled

Or so was thought
but all for naught
the ending sought
could not be bought;
I am no thrall

Though the sounds end
I will not bend
before the wall.

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