We have all felt the burn

Of the taciturn

Those shadows that frustrate

And haunt us


It leaves us to wonder

If there’s meaning left under

The silence

Do they even want us?


It leaves us to forage

Or question with courage

To seek the semblance

Of affection


Resulting in queries

That leave us so weary

And plagued by enduring



Yet the source of this menace

Is something within us

The problem our own



We must break through our surface

Determine our purpose

And author our truest


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