Neverending Silence in the City

I don't know you or the story of your life

But I've noticed that shadow in your eyes.

I've seen you walk down that path of concrete

Your eyes reflecting evidence of tears from the grey city sky.

Can I help you in anyway?

I feel sad for all the things I've taken for granted.

The comfort of material things.

Then I looked in your dark, brooding eyes.

I want to break your silence.

But my own silence won't let me speak.

We share this sad, angst-like silence.

It echoes throughout the city

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