Quiet Grief

Quiet Grief

Cries of boyhood angst
Are free
From my bitten tongue

Yet no truth prevails
No heartache can crawl
From the ruins
Of my war-torn conscience

The toll
Of harbored sorrow
Shall beckon forever more

Never daring to clamor
For the waiting arms
Of the crude and heinous world

Never to draw
The care of roving eyes
That have seen
All of the same

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