The silence doesn’t help much to keep my ears from bleeding.
So why not leave the torrent sound alone, it will not change the pain I’m feeling.
All at once I forget and then the same remember,
It returns full vengeance every bleak September.
A clear sky, a .44,
Was the cause I’m blaming. For
This sound, after all these years,
Still this cursed ringing in my ears.
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A form on the water
They no longer know.
It is capable of anything.
They say the flotsam is in the way,
The reflection is distorted,
By a shimmer on the surface.
On the shore they’ll find no purpose,
One must jump in.
Waiting for the image to become still and clear,
Never realizing the image was a reflection of who they were before.
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