Many Days

Many hours

Even music cannot fill the darkness.

So in silence I sit,

In silence

I am full.

Many days my heart is too heavy,

My sight barricades itself

I have not the strength to lift

My

Pen and place it to paper

Or my eyes to sunlight.

I sit in darkness.

In darkness I rest.

And I sink

Beyond my knees to earth.

Beyond touch of hand

Or restless thoughts

Where I lie.

For I do not even whisper there,

I do not not even cry.

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