not happy unhappy

so cherished into a pulse of her battered heart
as we all can hurt
for today was another day of the self so raped
by voices played again

upon the sanity of senses
so repeated
to be good as a chatter

as God plan seems awaiting 
as words to the words so also lost 
for we are only as lonely
a thought

so sent to the need of a need
and whispering becomes 
another song to the good of another