These words of grief, are they worth our speech?
Or is it best to let them rest and force them out through
gritted teeth? My tongue is tied because my soul is
too bare. I never measure with regret until I feel
it in the present. Uncomfortably close or comfortably
distant? Silence finding my answers far too often.
The beast appears to claw devastation into the desires
of the weak. Nothing remains,
no nothing remains. You've met your match this is no
competition. Creature of comfort you've lost your heart.
These embers of memories and sunlit shards lay beneath
my feet broken. My soul is a shipwreck an empty vessel
that lost it's pride, washed ashore by the raging tide.
Nothing remains, no nothing remains. So I sit in silence.