The Habit of Silence

17 August 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/08/17/the-habit-of-silence/

The pain answers its own question.
It has no remorse. In the course
of forsaken time, one flows on,
while another gets stuck in the shallows
and struggles to breathe. There will be
no reprieve. The pain speaks for itself,
and no other voice comes to soothe
or erase the dark shadows, for shadows
are children of voices that ought
to have soothed, and failed. What now?
There is some room for comfort, but rarely
enough. There is mostly the habit of silence.