Can you hear me?
Do these words I speak
Mean anything
In this haze?
This twilight blinds me
This cold consumes me
And I'm unable
To speak any words you
Understand?
...
Who are you?
...
Your infatuation with the mystery
Of this strange man's curiosity
Speaks more than pictures worth of words
Of your personality
And I can't stop my head from aching
My cries of misery erasing
Thought from fiction
Fantasy and crime
And you can't stop pacing
Over this man
You don't even know
Can you hear me?
Do these words I speak
Mean anything
In this death?
I remember when we met one another
I foreign to your alien society
You ripped me from the plunges of the murk that drowned me
And when I thanked you
You stared at me with the most surprised look
As if I were a naked man under the burning sunlight
Of the swamps that bled into me such a disease
That your naive obsession over my culture derived oddities
Gave me a moment of comfort from
I don't know
If you can hear me
But in these dying rasps
I thank you
Author notes
Well, this is a bit of a different type of thing for me to write. I don't know how it'll hold in the future, but this is probably my favorite of the light side of my poetry that I've written in a long time. ^^
I'm very happy with it. It's slightly thought provoking, at least to me, it's not terribly depressing, though I guess since the hero is dying it's a bit of a tragedy, though I feel the narrator/character had a fulfilling last couple of days of his life. I do want to know what AP thinks of it, though. 
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I don't like this form, and I"ll admit I skimmed it a little but -
that ending was word perfect and should never be changed ...
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thanksn for enteringm y competition i enjoyed reading thisgood! -
unusual. but in a good way there was just something about it, that just kept me reading on lol.
it was like it was addictive!....really an awesome write.
i loved the theme of it. and especially the title.
"Do these words I speak
Mean anything
In this death? "
immensley powerful those lines..
keep writing...
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Thanks. I spent almost as much time trying to find just the right title as I did writing the poem. I wanted it to fit the poem just right and eventually I came up with "Spoken Silence". I'm glad it paid off.
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