There are times when cold, stony silence

insists on flaunting its spoken eloquence

And there are times when such insistence

struts about in a cloak of dumbfounded defiance,

mocking my efforts to make sense of nonsense


Oh, to move a mind with a single sigh!

How I wish my tired shoulders could defy

gravity’s pull and grant me the wish to fly

away because I have no more tears to cry

Why must silence be wielded so, why oh why?

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