I have never
t e r r i f i e d
of the world
than when I stay
u
at night
and listen
to just how truly
d
and
h
a
u
the silence
as it
w
a
its tender arms
around me,
allowing the heavy
thrum,
t h r u m ,
t h r u m ,
t h r u m ,
of my weary
and haggard
h v t
a
r e s o u n d
and
< < vibrate > >
and it is then
in which i realize
just how truly
u n r b e
v l e a l
and
f
a
a human
can really
.
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Paean & Prose
PoetryWords are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.
