needling Silence stifles struggling Reason
Fury sees its chance to unfurl
Wrath sees its path cleared
Rage becomes reborn.
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is there ever
a day that goes by
that tears do not fall from the burdened eye?
A stony front
stubbornly tries
to seal its bleeding cracks.
no words are spoken without full thought, or so pretense vainly suggests.
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silenced reasons
mute yet struggling
astute yet mumbling
trying yet fumbling
to be heard.
intotheindigo 
This is powerful. The divisions intrigue me.
It was born as a whole poem, but i thought it was stronger read in parts. =)
Take care, Que
Thank you so much Eric for you appreciation and comments, as always so grateful for your guidance and thoughts =)
I also meant to say – you presented the emotions with elegance
Wonderful choice of words Que – I love this 🙂