Sometimes silence tells you
things that none should tell you
It feels like a constante
laughing or a threat
An unescapable one
If that silence has your breath to long
A void inside may live
A unfillable one
What shall one do when such silence begins to steal words?
The answer may vary
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A Flowing Course
PoetryMy thoughts are like river A never ending course Strong And full of deep water Beware of the tide We don't want you to die
