What do you say when the words run out?
When every little phrase rings hollow and trite?
What do you say when your soul aches, when the happy ending isn't in sight, when band aides on a severed limb are just absurd?
What do you say?
Sometimes there is simply nothing left to say.
The questions pile up like softly falling snow.
Chilling and heavy,
Silently amassing crushing weight.
You lie awake,
And I lie awake,
And we join the multitudes who share the knowledge
Of the dark night of the soul
Before the light comes
When there is simply nothing left to say.
