Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Sorrow's Acquaintance

being wordless in nature, in a world of ceaseless speech
something comes to mind, but doesn't leave their lips
they're seldom heard; and hardly asked to be
watching from afar; safe from mockery?

where quiet means a sense of dignity
and pleading the Maker's respite;

is the soul's only delight
seeking refuge in
solitary tailspin.

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