The Crutch of Words

Words, words, words

Words tidy up the room

And where silence lies agape

They fill the space there too

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Letters, sounds, and sentences

They help us all escape

And cover up the spot

Where shriveled petals flew

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When a flower dies

You erase the gray of its fading crown

And supplant it with a healthy gem

That way, in the end, you let life burgeon forth

Without the sight of broken stems

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Words are liminal spears

The hum that shields our hearts

A lullaby on loop with each “beat,” the constant restart

NO, DON’T GO, DON’T LEAVE US ALL ALONE

The tears of relatives and sorry din of friends

Tear no white from the cloth of loss

And light no spark in midnight winds

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For once, I ask that words be left behind

That we bathe, alone, in shrieks of silent pain

Pangs that never meet the eyes of day

Don’t mock that wound with noise, nor feed its taste for worse

Don’t use loud grief to soften hurt

Let silence be, and for the loss be worth

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