Simply well said

human-torch

A nervous glance from nervous eyes

We fidget like a pigeon sitting

On the same ledge for too long

No names the silence growing

Tense discomfort not to mention

Cold in fingertips are they shaking

With nerves or shivers

No one can say for sure

No one will say at all

Silence growing on us like a rash

But don’t scratch don’t shatter

Silence let the tension grow

Because that is what matters

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