I pen my maddened words long infested,
And bury them within the mouths unfed–
While praying the letters are digested,
As the words from my heart are bled...
What toll rings,
Or bell sings,
Which etches within my barren chest–
What fetid
Silent read,
Drips from my sown mouth laid to rest?
For I cry,
Tears now dry,
Screaming over valleys of the dead–
Held in hand,
Is the sand,
That once was my all-nourishing bread.
Come to me,
Words which flee,
In the abyss of my naked heart–
For I dance,
By this chance,
And play my barren endless part.
I pen my maddened words long infested,
And bury them within the mouths unfed–
While praying the letters are digested,
As the words from my heart are bled...
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this is simply stunning, loved the repetition at the end
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Fantastic
What a wonderful piece you have here, simply beautiful. I read it twice, once was not enough! Great flow, beautifuly worded. An amazing poem! Hugs, Kelly
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