Sorrowful Silence

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Sorrowful Silence by Kristine Roque

O, one day, my mother had come to me

To speak of my sad songs and their meaning;

Nothing has been harder than loving thee

Sorrowful silence, love is not gleaming.

No more changes in the words of my songs

O, how I no longer care if it hurts,

For it woes me, and I feel all my wrongs.

Both my eyes open at night is the worst;

Was I to know about this in the dark?

Do I feign ignorance -- that’s the worst part.

To think, and as far as my soul can see,

That closing my eyes is the best option,

And just pretend that it was all nothin’.

Inspired by: Faye Webster’s “Hurts Me Too”