You'll Never Know

you’ll never know;

how much there really was,

hidden inside with all the other

unseen baggage and trash,

collected over a lifetime

of useless dreams and

sentimental nonsense,

you’ll never know;

the vultures circle above,

waiting for the moment

to arrive,

they hear the sound,

they understand the fear,

they taste only tomorrow,

yesterday dead and gone,

today but a mystery,

remaining locked within

distant shadows,

without form or shape;

you’ll never know;

you’ll never know,

where tears go

when they can no longer

be cried,

how daytime light

disappears into

unending shadows

of approaching night,

why noises within the darkness,

suddenly turn silent at the

approaching madness;

you’ll never know.

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