Things Left Unsaid
Information has its priceGripping like a deadly vice
But silence too has a toll
Sounding as a death bell's knoll
When the stressor hits
Is it best to abandon your wits
And speak clear and free
Or to allow a quiet to be?
Is it wiser to lose a friend
Or to suffer on just one end?
How I wish I had thought
Before her help I sought...
A muted tongue is burdened
But not as much as the wind
Carrying a message of pain
Which garnered no gain
Now with hurt in my chest
I know silence is truly best
I sit here feeling almost dead
Wishing things were left unsaid
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