SWEET HUSH

It is the silence

That is needed

To give my solitude

The surety that

My soul is

Still alive

Despite the chaos

Of a world seeking

Reassurance from

The story of

The sources;

My senses

Poor and needy and

The other set

On my sincerity.

Caught between

In sad suspension,

My soul suffers

For its sanity

Which it stows

Within the secret

That it keeps.

Sleeping

Through the storms

Of living

Waiting sheepishly

For some safety

In the song of

Its own sweet

Eternity.

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