Dark, twisting, winding thoughts
A complex maze of mire
There is no end
But in the din
A concept slowly makes.
Words are nothing
But they are all -
Nothing would without them be -
Yet words alone cannot convey
What exists within our soul.
Soul itself is not as such
But what else could
Describe it to be
So we say
And soldier on
But barely comprehend.
We struggle to communicate,
Clasp lip to ear and
Muddle through,
But the void of silence deepens still
Beyond the reach
Of thought and feel
The emptiness consumes us all.
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