True Words
Multiplicity of meaningless mouthings…
Witless words…
Gushing sallow sounds serving
As insufficient bandages
For the hollowing holes in my heart.
The never-ending noise of human heartache-
A melting maze of meticulous madness…
Spinning… spiraling
…into emptiness…
Yet amid the mire of tainted truths and lifeless lies-
Of sanitary soulless sound,
Reality punctures suffocating sterility.
True words-
Gentle and painful,
Piercingly profound…
Stretching across vast void-
The daunting distance from soul to soul-
Healing the hellish holes in human hearts…
By song.
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