Whispered murmurings
as you decide my fate
behind closed doors.
In the late hours of night
when you think no-one listens.

I hear not words but
tones and levels and pitch
and still sadly derive nothing.
You can talk about all,
map out everything and I won't know.

It is scary that you have
so much control over my life,
that I have to live in your
rules no matter what,
live to your decree.

The End

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