December 18, 2017
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Bereaved of peace,
and bereft of jubilance;
I take sanctuary in
an obscure loneliness.

No voice to be heard.
No light to be found.
Merely grey clouds,
and bitterness abound.

The horrid silence,
as sinister as it could be,
overwhelms my senses
and kindly redeems me.

Pacified, I smirk in quiet.
I’m relieved of my qualms
that once dimmed my light.

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