Soundless Silence
The pain, the Sorrow, Vain
A muting, shameful game
Lust of what? All insane
kill the noise of falling rain
'twas a mourning morning
anticipated a smile but frown
It's total silence; Deafening
knocks down my will to suffering.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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