by Acacia   Feb 21, 2021

The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words
I can feel walls of them
Each letter
Each syllable
Piling up on top of one another
To form an unstable house of
Unanswered questions
Lies form the mortar
Holding the walls together
If there weren't so many lies
The walls would have collapsed by now
Instead, we've built ourselves a prison


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