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A silent tragedy
In life, a silent tragedy unfolds,
Not in the final breath's eternal hush,
But in the soft demise of dreams untold,
In passions quenched by fear's relentless crush.
For what is death but a mere fleeting end?
A passage to the realm of the unknown,
Yet what we bury deep, we cannot mend,
The seeds of longing in our hearts are sown.
As days unfurl, we watch our spirits fade,
Conforming to the world's relentless stride,
In hushed surrender, dreams start to cascade,
As vibrant hues of life begin to hide.
So let us not lament the final breath,
But mourn instead the dreams we let meet death.
Copyright ©
Sean Kibble
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