Thursday, November 7, 2013
10:36am
Bottled Silence
In the sadness creeps
Out the tears do weep
Sorrow waters this empty seed
Loneliness is what I reap
To no one this emptiness I may speak
It's a dark and lonely road
An ever growing heavy load
Narrow is the hope so bold
In this silence I do hold
Yearning as the heart grows cold
As the moments slip quietly by
I've prayed with closed eye
There's no more to do but cry
No matter the audience I seek
Bottled silence I'm doomed to keep
Mesha Z. Flynn
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