In the Silence
in the silence
of the night
when no one is awake
the loneliness
is deafening
and the clock stands still
at times like this
we think death may come
and take away the weak
but we know better
death is much sneakier
stealth robbing cradles
and many not ready
merciless it decimates
ruthless and unmerciful
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 11, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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