I swallow my time

It's quiet here with no one to talk to

No one to listen to

No one to hear me speak

I have some time alone to think and meditate

And draw upon the times that I have lived

And the lives of all those whom I have know

And draw strength from them dear

I swallow my time

And in this quiet solitude remember the closeness of time

The arguing

The loudness and strife

The quiet times and the sweet respite of relaxing in my silenced mind.

The evening drawn tight around my shoulders

It is dark outside

And in here the moon is a memory









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