The silent sadness bites and claws and longs to eat you up

It crouches in shadows of darkened halls and fills you like a cup

Emotions sear the flesh too raw, too cold alone to peel

The mind can’t tell the soul of stone to hold back what to feel

And the flood breaks soon to clean the wound and give it time to heal

Washing again, a “remember when” so it all doesn’t seem too real

Yet when we feel we’ve cleared the mind of all these petty hates

The silent sadness bides its time..and lurks, and watches, and waits.

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