in Massachusetts
We speak only what we say
Yet silence is my one defense
Against the words I want to speak.
And though we live only when alive
Death isn't only when you are dead
So our dreams are only dreams
But I have nightmares too
I am running into what's behind me
My blanket drops
The mask unveils
The darkness fades
Is that my thunder's reign?
Fearing what I like?
When I hope for a lie?
And when I speak
What is left unspoken?
For when I do not speak
Am I really silent
To all that bounds
Throughout the night
The darkness of my thunder's light.
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Your poetry is always so
Your poetry is always so beautiful, Anna! There is a touch of light when shadow tries to devour. You may not understand, for what I have just stated has many meanings, but there is one that immensely relates to your wonderful poetry.