Monday, January 8, 2024

Richocheting silence

 

You want to say something, 

You want to say nothing

You want to hear everything 

You want to hear nothing

You have pictures

that you want to look at 

But You can't bear to look at them

You have questions, You want answers

But no one to ask, 

You don't like words, They mean nothing

You look around

Oh everything is the same

Nothing has changed

Just one of the gazillion rays have set

Just one home darkened forever

A few souls left bereft and broken


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