The Uncried Tear
Silence should have known better and understood truth was nothing it should fear.
The one thing to cause this chaos was the only thing to scare the tear.
The one tear I should have cried and the one dream I did not voice.
Because the silence never replied the tear never really had a choice.
It should have been a part of it; a part of the river which did not weep.
Now silence agonizes with no redemption and the dream only lives in sleep.
A place where silence can live in harmony because there is no one there to be denied.
Now this silence is entirely too loud and the tear yearns to have been cried.
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