Say our words could speak
with no one listening
(not even us)—
confess our grave
mistakes, and how we grieve
the wide plains of hope and promise
left desolate behind
in pursuit of clever things:
caution, cynicism, cowardice, even
greasy opportunism—hope’s dark cousin
...well.
If words thus spoke
they certainly would harm, and harm,
and harm, and
so we leave them
unsaid, locked
within our unsilent hearts.
January 2020
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