Silence
Silence
Is when I'm afraid
Of my own thoughts
That sway.
Before me
Counting days
Petrified
This is the end
Of time.
Before, middle
And after
I bow before
My problems
As they defeat me.
Relentless
Crashing waves
Beating forth
My ending days.
Masking
All I know
That brings me joy
'Till then.
6-7-09
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