The Silent Cry

Ink lings

I sense without hearing
Observe but do not see
Vibrations on my heart
Receive the silent cry

It echoes on my soul
Wrapped as in a dream
Reality denied
Believe the silent cry

Soon it will depart
Yet the essence is still there
I reach to touch its veil
Retrieve the silent cry

I know not whence they come
The whispered waves of pain
Casting a net of sorrow
I grieve the silent cry

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About isitjustme

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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