Some words trample
But never leave a mark
They scramble
Still leaving me stark.
They are sown
But never take root
With shouts they hit a vacuum
They never penetrate.
I must love
I must obey
But when I sing
The words don't seem
To penetrate
They leave me to ache
To turn and wrestle
They leave me to scream
Into the silence
That was never meant to be.
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