Silent 🍂

Broken Reoccurrence

Time has passed
all has changed.

If things were the way
they once were
I’d be anticipating a break,
a malfunction
in the perfection
of something complete.

Brokenness ruins
what once was.
Scars my skin,
dates my existence;
as proof that I can heal.

Permanent
in every form of the word.
Tattoos?
Mine are invisible.

Look into my eyes
deep within my pupil
You’ll see my world
all shades of gray…

Bring me color
through your voice
the words no longer matter
they’ve already been spoken.

Silent.

Through the pen
I write
your words
after all
you’re only
my imagination…

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