Is the silence behind the smile, The slight of distraction to Keep momentum outwards Never inwards. Grey mists of grief Roiling behind layers of Skin, steeled and shuttered Bulwarked against scalded tears. I have learnt the weight Of this darkness, a darkness No pinprick star of love Can penetrate. This darkness It is best, not to break the stillness with dreams of hope. Yet a slender string Of hope, remains. As if to taunt of Possibilities, but not realities. So talk and tell me of yourself Turn not to me and ask The story that is Untold. Were I to tell that story This human frame, I am not sure Could contain the Opening line. I dig further down There is always deeper To bury and contain The untold story. I watch you smile, Temptation flickers To start the story's line And for a moment....... But habit has grown Easier than temptation. I watch you smile, and Keep momentum outwards. Then you are gone And I restless, dig There is always deeper To bury and contain
The untold story
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