The Silence Of Sorrow

Here in the silence of sorrow,
I am waiting for you.
For you to speak, for you to listen,
for lately, you do neither.
Understanding is nonexistent,
as is the want to accomplish it.
Never-ending silence spirals into mistakes and reoccurring problems.
Realization washes over me as I think about the future,
and comprehend that this will always be,
and that I will always be here,
in the silence of sorrow.

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