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Silent Requiem

And whispered of the grief within..


No watchful eye observed my fall,

No hand reached through the gathering night;

Each hidden tear, each swallowed word,

Was buried far beyond their sight.


The world spun on, indifferent still,

While silently I came undone;

A ghost among the living,

Forgotten by the moon and sun.


I learned to cry in silence deep,

To hide the ache, conceal the stain;

To wear a smile upon my lips

While drowning in relentless rain.


The damage sleeps beneath my ribs,

Entombed where no one dares to see;

And every time I break apart,

The suffering belongs to me.


A lonely soul who learned to care

For everyone except himself

Pretending always I was never there.

 
 
 

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