Shattered

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Shut out, shattered

Indifference is a slap, a punch, a kick

Repeated, it feels like a mugging

It’s pain all its own

Feeling unwanted, unloved is death

Where the heart beats

but is unfeeling

The soul tries to soar,

falls each time

To be told you are loved

Talk to you soon

Then silence as deafening

as a graveyard afternoon

Better off dead with the dead

Nothing for nothing

Guilt and shame hid but seen, felt

like love deceased, useless

The Day Before Silence

A day before the 8th of the month
of leaves falling and leavings
was the day you went dead silent again.
There was no reason given,
no words thrown in anger,
no frowns etched in scorned banter.

There was nothing just like before.
There will be nothing from now on.
Nothing comes from a vacuum.
There is a reason.
I am on a quest.