The Cries of Silence...

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By csfire

There is no rhythm, no rhyme.
No strings to follow my beats.
No more pleasant thoughts to put me to sleep.
Only to the lonely road all leads.

"Have patience, wait, there is more,
Love & Care await, there is hope still," you say.
Yeah, I believed in it too,
But why is it, tell me, that I continue to pay?

Vacant bodies shuttle & buttle,
People live empty lives.
Yet, when I try to find meaning,
Into the abyss, my life dives.

God, they tell me, is just.
He tests, hard, but rewards you.
Too long have I been giving these so-called tests!
And rewards? huh! Indeed very few.

All rays of hope fade,
See just one alive.
To walk this lone road,
Dreading its a walk in a bee-hive.

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