I thought there was salvation in silence
Although I realise
it is the world devoid of sound that is morbid
For in quietude there is ambiguity
and the soul is in perennial question
It does not know the nature of composure as it
turns a deaf ear to what it doth seek
drowning in waters that lap against a shoreline of doubt
With no means to swim across to land where truth lies
Haven't you heard
Ignorance is not bliss
More often than not, it is suicide
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Hiding place
Поэзия"In this world of melancholy, we need to look out for the light. The light is all we need." {October 17, 2018} Encompasses a compilation of poetry in an unrefined form.
