Held In Silence
by Michael Doyle

Darling, 
I've learned to love you
But somehow hate you more
Darling,
I could never be without you
But trust me, I know the score

The traces may be cold
From the fenced goods sold
All the secrets circled round
To the treasures; they were found

Squeezing out the very life of me
In a Don Quixote possibility
The grieving widow plays her hand
Men like me are born to understand

Darling,
I've learned to love you
But somehow hate you more
Darling,
I could never be without you
But trust me, I know the score

When nothing makes sense in the light
We pray alone into the darkest night
Looking for answers in the darkness
Sundays are for hope, despite life's harshness

Screaming out into a world of violence
Startled at the souls holding on in silence
A lonely mother cries out into the night
Throttled by a life that has not turned out right

Darling,
I've learned to love you
But somehow hate you more
Darling,
I could never be without you
But trust me, I know the score

(c) October 26, 2022  Michael Doyle
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