As night lies in stillness
And I huddle, near sleep,
I look at the
shadows
And know that I keep
My own silent vigil.
I lie by your
side
And plow through the feelings
That I always hide.
How can I
tell you?
What words would describe
The depths of depression
In which I
imbibe
At night while you're sleeping.
I've done this for
years,
Touched silent emotions
And shed silent tears.
© 2002 Pam H.
Murray
June 21, 2002
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