I know from your stance, from the look on your face,
That I must atone for my sins.
The sins of silence.
I feel I have tried, done all that I can
To break free from pain in the past.
The cost is silence.
The fires that I hide, the darkness within
And feelings that I cannot trust
Result in silence
I have written some words for you to read
When I’ve left to travel new roads.
The rest is silence.
29th March 2014
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