The deeper wound gives loudest silence.
Aspersions cast as demons play their game.
Take care to let lose of this nightmare’s mane.
It gives only the promise of violence.
Drink Lethe waters always cool and clear,
Better to look in mists of nothingness
then drown in sorrow’s pain and loneliness.
Better not to know that wound from this spear.
It is easier to let the pain flow out
Even if a deluge of tears must fall.
Always half empty you can hold more gall.
and with a clear mind you can see past doubt.
Express yourself with tears glistening dew.
With inner ablution all things are new.
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nice write, i liked this, best of luck to you poet
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