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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



posted on January 11, 2019

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Date: 1/12/2019 2:40:00 PM
I like how you did not sugarcoat the realty of the subject. It is stark but expresses the nature of the topic you wrote of
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Line Gauthier
Date: 1/12/2019 3:48:00 PM
Thank you, Elsa. Much appreciated.
Date: 1/12/2019 7:09:00 AM
This, too, is true. Well penned.
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Date: 1/12/2019 3:48:00 PM
Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, ML.
Date: 1/11/2019 11:26:00 PM
You, Line, have a clear understanding of the sneakiness of death. "robbing cradles" - exactly, but no one likes to speak of that, so I am glad you knew it was needed in this wonderful poem.
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Line Gauthier
Date: 1/12/2019 7:13:00 AM
Thank you so much, Caren, for your most appreciated visit and comment.