Day Nineteen

Sometimes silence has a sting
That words cannot begin to touch
And in the waiting hearts grow dim
And fall apart and land like glass.

I am in the thickest part
or so it seems at least tonight
the days have now begun to start
to leave me with a building fright.

Do the things that move your heart
but watch the wickedness inside
all that came before is naught
feel the silence wash the tide.

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