Shhh

by Writer

We all need it

It’s not always easy to find

Sometimes we hate it

And sometimes we just need a day that is full of it

The absence of it can be both beauty and tragedy

The hot headed need as much as they can get

While the broken and oppressed are better without it

It’s present between every heart beat

It lingers between every note

It clears the mind

It marks the beginning of some things

And the death of others

I gladly accept the fact that

Following my last breath

There it will be

Silence

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