Buried Truth

Thu, 12/16/2021 - 20:13 -- Udofia

In sobriety, we gazed at the truth they buried

The grave still sticks out a note of barren words

On its epitaph reads onlookers are the trumpeters of loud silence

The drippings of its last breath pitch on our trembling feet

A glued oath of silence for another thousand years

Like a stamp of blur colours, it fades away

While the biting haunting emptiness descends on our souls

This poem is about: 
My community


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