Pebbles cause ripples that no one sees
When unceremoniously thrown
in a well.
Like the tree in a forest
when no one's around;
If it falls does it matter if
it makes a sound?
Do the squirrels or the
rabbits, the foxes or bees
Really care if it cried as in
anguish it fell.
Pain that's unseen; is it
pain at all?
Does silence absolve and
secrets abjure
All the senses to feelingless
flights of emotion?
Tasting the dredges of
serpentine potion
'Til no one remembers, no
eyes recall all
The torrents of torment we're
meant to endure.
No one will know us.
No one will tell.
Our lives are like pebbles
Thrown into a well.
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