Silence has an echo,
Things left unsaid speak back.
Words that should have been whispered into an ear,
Being read instead.
But unspoken words are all I have,
So these scribbles will have to do.
Graffitied on my mind,
Etched into my skull.
Begging for forgiveness,
And love unconfesssed,
The truth untold, the lie left said,
And the goodbyes at the ends,
Come to nibble at my ears.
Written into the void,
Spoken back from the black.
Silence has an echo,
Things left unsaid speak back.
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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