No amount of praise,
thanks and flattery,
will help heal the wounds
caused by deception,
incompetence and arrogance
Those responsible
liked my music as
they would a songbirds
until the words
pointed out their malfeasance
I sang out suggestions,
but they sounded off-key
and ran counter to
the comfort found
in their hoarder’s den
Little songbird flew away
How sad; how sad
I stopped singing
Walked away
shaking my head
feeling weaker
because of another
hole in my heart
Stanski
November 14, 2019 ^