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.
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