The house is silent with dread
No one speaks but your screams are heard
I see your soul I know your soul
Blackness has colored your burnt edges
A light born bright refused to glow
Who threw the first stone to open such a wound
No elixir can cure the lesions you pick and protect
Neap tides have eroded your empty hearts wall
Tracing scars beneath thin skin with a smile
Disdain oozes at compassion and kindness
The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
As you looked away I deadlocked the door
The house is silent…….I said no more
Noel Hartem
http://www.noelliesplace.com
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