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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