Given that I skipped last week, here's another cheerful poem to lighten the cold, dark nights. Well, maybe not, but I promise to post some warmer poems over the next couple weeks, as we enter the Advent season.
Suffer Silence
Silence is madness’ seat, turning the mind
back on itself, where it cannot but find
cancers concealed from introvert eyes
by the confounding of pleasureful guise;
voices that call out of women and wealth,
hindering man from the sight of himself.
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