There was a word
Laying on the silence
Of a body of sorrow
Unmoved by the wind
Whispering its strong concern
There was a word
Stuck in dark seclusion
Unmotivated
by the determination
Of dawn’s touch
There was a word
that couldn’t find a voice
To lift it to its heaven
To rescue it
From the layers of uncertainty
Shoveled over it like a grave
All it could do
Was remain a slave
To nothing
That is one of the saddest, most hopeless things I've ever read. And still, it holds and shares simultaneously, incredible beauty.
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