Fool No More
Should I pretend
for pretence sake?
For the secrecy
behind closed and cold doors,
seems to be killing me more.
Silence, is torture,
unforgiving, cruel,
to long now, to long,
your isolated fool.
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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