An array of wearing faces;
Grumbling bowels
Gathering thoughts
Intense in grieve
Seeking expression
Depicting long grown bitterness
Soliloquising....
Bodies struggling for audience!
Yet again;
A row of murmuring silence
Momentary quavering
Confused intentions
Obnoxious atmosphere
Odd addictions....
So; when the mouth finally finds courage;
There wasn't much for it to say
These faces tells it all,
Or;
How else would you have told of a brother's wretch?
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