Meaning

The harder one seeks, the emptier one's cup becomes. 
So one ponders in one corner to conserve energy.
Maybe a burst of inspiration comes
In the form of a word, a phrase, a memory
Or simply, the nagging sense that one has to go on.
And, as with all things transcendental,
One questions the outcome
But doubt in this sense
Is not in the same plane as faith.

Repeat ad nauseum.

Taphophobia

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A heart still beats.
Barely.
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A Requiem

I originally put the answers to some questions here. Why put them in a post in the first place? Because, maybe I wanted them to be found eventually?  In case they put certain minds at peace, perhaps?

When I couldn't find a suitable answer, I chose to edit the post at the very last minute.

The answers will remain with me, instead. The person who holds the key to unlock them hasn't asked for them. It's just as well. They're of no consequence anyway. Besides, the moment has passed. 

Too bad, really. It wasn't supposed to play out this way. But, my resolve has been steeled by how events played out these last few hours.

The only thing I will say is that words are powerful. 

That day, I chose to be silent. I remain silent.