a sigh of endless whisperings
murmur softly.
And I never answer.
Painfully compressed thoughts
bring to remembrance,
a life of lonely places.
They subside into darkness.
Reservoirs of tears fall in humility,
throughout an endless night of
perpetual sorrow.
Despair slumbers.
When all is gone and left behind,
regret breaks the twisted chains
of inner conflict.
Resonating silence.
Balancing on a knifes edge
of weariness,
scarcely breathing…..





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