These lips have no words tonight.
Only silent prayers that speak nothing aloud.
Inside, the hush of life's sweet sorrow breeds only ancient misery within me.
Sleep is far off, and peace rides ever elusive from my side. But for the echo of aching raindrops on the sill, the house and heart stray softly from any ghostly song. I am left with only tortured memory.
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