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When the words don’t come
And the rhymes don’t rhyme
And silence creeps into the soul
Though the absence of words feels like an unwanted guest
And the loneliness like a creeping malady
Perhaps, the silence itself is a healing balm
A release from the cacophony that is life
Freeing from the continual chorus of babble
And there in the abyss of nothingness
The rhythm and meaning return
And against the backdrop of silence
The words that were always there return
Finally able to be heard

Neil White, 2013