When Silence holds Memory

By @dwixer5/25/2025hive-161465
Under the Oak tree I sit every Morning Silent, my gaze fixed at nothing My gray hair an embodiment of years I've lived And memories the only friend I have now

Now silence has become my companion
A reminisce for the years I've lived
Like a scale, to weigh all of my deeds
A memory that lies still, lurking to fill me with guilt

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The words are held locked, but the eyes tell the story
Each drop holding a memory once held dearly
Or a regret from an open scar
Each time he gulp and swallowed hard, but the words are buried in each silence

Frail and old, a time silence holds memories
Weak to speak but in silence do memories flop in
The mouth is mute, but the heart bears the burden
Where scars reside, there silence holds a memory.

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