Friday, January 20, 2012

Muted murmur

Silence pervades one and all,
The unspoken cuts through, baring,
Words squelch the weak heart,
Joys emanating are sparing.

A hollow shell of a home,
Forgiveness there isn’t any,
The deep dark secrets buried,
In every nook, every cranny

Happiness is elusive anyway,
A small speck of it fell astray,
Toward joy, cannot sway,
For a life to live, perhaps, pray.

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