The Deafening Silence

A dead soul with a body that walks
A moving mouth that all too often talks
Holding a pen that attempts to write
The mind remembering so much spite

A poem of dread will soon emerge
As many feelings start to splurge
With a pain that runs so deep
As my hatred begins to seep

A new horror will soon arise
As the ear hears too many lies
With promises that are always broken
They become just words that were spoken

This poem is almost at its end
With a broken heart that none will mend
None will even question why
I’m sorry but this is my goodbye

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