Sometimes I Feel Sick..

Is it too much to ask about the things you keep unsaid?

Words come and go like bubbles floating in a suspended vacuum that is pitch dark

Glistening like tiny crystals in a dark cavity.

I hear the words you refuse to speak.

But do you care to listen to the reverberating silence

That has kept me here?

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