Hope Rages Where Silence Swells

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Hope rages where silence swells,

The abraded hallways men haunt within themselves.

Time reckons as life moves on,

Sickened by chance, and for what’s left yet albeit gone.

Hope is the thing I hope to find,

Simple, unintrusive, a quiet peace of mind.

I ask nothing of what I knew then,

Only to find you, feathered, just as she penned.