There Are No Words
Four chunks of letters strung together...
There Are No Words
Four chunks of letters strung together
Four beads of meaning that tell us there is nothing to say
There are no words for some things
The place beneath language
beneath hope
Why bother to describe the hollow of despair
The home of things too unbearable to bear
So, in their absence we turn
to a wrenching sob
to a clenching hug
to the truth they were loved
A shuddered surrender to the unfathomable
Because,
There are no words.
Charlie x
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