Soliloquys
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My Silent confessions were echoes retrieved,
from layers of longings, Often dreamt of with care.
My thoughts were well hidden, Lest others perceived,
the ring of Inane truths I could let slip out, into the air,
when angst sent Laments lilting out, when not just right.
I posed the questions I Often cradled with spite,
answering all the Queries I never wanted to hear,
hoping to wrap them all Up in one giant tear,
to be shed with a Yen to be rid of them all,
In a Speech to myself in a long drawn out drawl.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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