Hush-Hush




There are days when I can't hear myself A wistful art of squashing voices Hush-hush is what I say to the whispers How difficult it is to face these storms A wistful art of squashing voices I have mastered A distance well maintained at all costs From the hurting choking emotions Hush-hush is what I say to the whispers Of my heart Why would I take the trouble to listen? I can still hide the blisters, can't I? How difficult it is to face these storms Let the sky pour down crimson Let the eyes turn arid and sandy A promise to meet self, but first let the rain run out of water   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!