If you are too tired to speak
Sit next to me
Because I too am fluent in silence.
Let its gentle hum soothe the growing pains
And the shrieking in our souls
Because we two are sunken in sinful song.
The healing warmth in the unspoken word
Stinging the wounds at my tongue
Because I too am pained.
Let us never wonder what is left unsaid
Hanging in fragments above our heads
Because actions speak louder than words.
-an original ‘Wyoming’ poet
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC
If you are too tired to speak
Sit next to me
Because I too am fluent in silence.
Let its gentle hum soothe the growing pains
And the shrieking in our souls
Because we two are sunken in sinful song.
The healing warmth in the unspoken word
Stinging the wounds at my tongue
Because I too am pained.
Let us never wonder what is left unsaid
Hanging in fragments above our heads
Because actions speak louder than words.
-an original ‘Wyoming’ poet
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