The Silence Of Darkness
What is the meaning of a day with no sunrise?
It’s not much different from the days before.
I lie here in a field of flowers and butterflies,
Hoping for an answer to this and so much more.
I ask my wife this question every single day.
She just stares at me with a sad look on her face.
I guess that maybe it’s a very silly thing to say,
But I feel there’s something odd about his place.
People stop by for a visit, but they never stay long.
Some have a lot to say, others not so much at all.
Is it something that I’ve done or said that’s wrong?
They don’t answer; it’s as if I’m talking to a brick wall.
I feel so lonely here by myself when it’s late, after dark.
Nobody comes around my place at this time of night.
The only thing near me is a tree that’s losing it bark.
It’s been weeks since I’ve felt the warmth of sunlight.
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