Unable


They sit alone
Their voices weak
The hands they cover
No way to speak
Only a minor complication
Suffer but no compensation
Hold the hands of those that cover
Envious so many hover
Some are candor but keep it in
Perceived as beauty or a sin
The current plight remains alive
A sad soul that cannot revive
A hindrance effecting many more
Unable to convey galore

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