Please don’t blow that horn

Someone may be sleeping

A bitter dream of scorn

Someone there still weeping

This anguish you may break

Consequence unintended

Bitter and sad to forsake

Unfulfilled now it’s ended

The dreamer is left wanting

only to vent their spleen

Instead a shadow haunting

for wants so cruel and mean

The poison has slipped the noose

No longer theirs to drink

No more to suffer the abuse

Now left too much to think