Solemn Friend

Noise slivers its silver tongue across my cheek.A sharp sting reaches its wound.His laughter mocks the pain. This solemn friend brings me solace.  He saunters off in disregard,Leaving me in his wake.I call for him to stay,But he leaves me in silence.  Void is what remains.Nothing to see,Nothing to know,Nothing but me,and the pain it brings. 

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