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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Silence


They are drilling rocks nearby.

That sound, incessant,

it is raping the silence of my soul.

I cannot hide no more from your barbs.

Or your hideous lies.

I am suspended in this limbo,

with my heart in tatters.

You words do not reach me,

nor do your assurances.

Even the drilling seems kinder to the rocks.