Blank Stare and Empty Thoughts

Dollars don't grow on trees
Spilling secrets saving scenes
Faltering for all the world to see
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Uncongenial uncontrollability
sucking life right out of me  

Where do simple answers lay
brooding stables they can stay

jumping hurdles as I pray
pressing for another day
feeling sun gods golden ray

Empty promise lies in contempt
fairness is a brutal attempt
playing favourites surely tempts
feelings lost are not exempt

The stares do look but are blank
no one here that we do thank
lifting lines stored in a bank
how low has one said poet sank