Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Closed To

I'll ask
Don't answer.
Don't quash what little lie I've led
Each moment in this storm
"We'll be ok," I swore
I moaned. A breath of
Warmth, of snowfalls, Home.
Denial, waif's keep, broken shake
Beneath, behind aforesaid question.
Please, for pity's sake, for peace,
Don't answer as I think you would,
Don't make me right, I beg, and
So by silence,
Answer, you will.

I dare not ask again.

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