Rage wallows in stagnant ponds
choking on immortal words

emotions weigh like canon
quarter centuries of thought repressed

binding the tongue to protect others
strangling the keeper

unexpected words of concern
shatter the darkened cavern

rays of turquoise blue
filter motes of mourning

time reveals painful woe
and light will heal the day.

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