Lost in a botch of emotions,
The heart ebbs deeper into despondency.
The keening of the soul
Remains silent, even to close companions.
The blatant cries of inveterate pain,
Speak nothing out loud
From the heart that remains reserved.
Yet the soul hears it well,
The noise of a silent heart.
copyright 2009
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