Silent, though I held words to say.
Silent, to the question hovering in your eyes.
Silent, for I am afraid of words.
Silent, because I fear definition, stagnation.
Silent, seeing silence as fool's gold.
Silent, and hoping it hurts less than truth.
Short Poem
The gods are only names
Writ in the fabric of the world,
Darned with tears of prayer
And dyed in blood and fear.
[Added because, ideally, each poem will be at least twelve lines, maybe ten. If not, I'll add another short poem like I did today, so people are not cheated. Aren't I nice?]
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