Words are worth a thousand pictures.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

A Chronicle of Silence

First there are words of 
love and affection, of
undying devotion and loyalty.

These words fade, 
quickly enough I imagine,
leaving words of 
sadness and loss, of
enduring pain and loneliness.

Then there are new words,
words of hate and fire, of
consuming mistrust and vengeance. 

Then, defeated, they slink back
to where they were born. 
What words remain to be 
spoken? What else could possibly be

This is the dusky, unclear world 
where words finally fade into silence.
When all the fight has gone out
like a snuffed candle,
a rapidly deflating tire, punctured
by a nail.

And really, in this twilight,
there is nothing left to say.
Nobody will understand hasty 
words anyway.

and nobody really wants 
to bother fighting, finding the words
to penetrate the icy 
silence, the eternal quiet
that endures when words,
precious, live-saving words,

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