You'll Never Know

you’ll never know

how much there 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;

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

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

turn suddenly silent at the

approaching madness;

you’ll never know.

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