You Will Never Know

you will never know,

how much there is,

hidden inside with all the other

unseen baggage and trash,

collected over a lifetime

of useless dreams and

sentimental nonsense;

you will never know;

above, the vultures circle,

waiting for the moment

to arrive,

they hear the sound,

they understand the fear,

they taste only tomorrow,

yesterday lies dead and gone,

today but a mystery,

remaining locked within

distant shadows,

without form or shape;

you will never know;

you will 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,

turn suddenly silent at the

approaching madness,

when and how the soul

really dies;

you will never know.

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