Slowly
It starts slowly and you can’t see it,You know it’s there,but you can’t pinpoint where.
You say one less word,hear one more silence.You keep a feeling quiet,and feel a little worse.
Only there’s always more,you see it now.You close your eyes,try to kill that thought.
A thought that doesn’t die,that won’t ever die,not anymore,not any morethat the truth will.
And then there’s that voice,the one that only speaks with agony.The voice that remembers,the one with experience.
“Bury it before it get...