There are moments you crawl into silence.
Where words fail to move the silent walls
Times like these when bridges are overthrown with rivers.
Yes from our own eyes , bleeding like a wounded cat
Yet it sobs as a lamb does
There are moments when you desire nothing
Yet vacuums seems a burden
Times like these where you wish to be drawn
Rescued from this dark spot
But who could see when the stars have refused to give its light?
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