Words of MouthA Poem by JoanneAmidst the trembling of my fears Clear beneath the mask The shedding of my salty tears Is bittersweet at last. Although my arms still yearn for rest My mind is continually working For yet another test Rhythmic chants beat in my ears Of the lunatic I’ve been since young To think that my task is ever near That the words will slip off my tongue Fooling the heavens Creating the world Is all but a simple task To create a word of mouth You must finish writing what is to be said © 2011 JoanneAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2011 Last Updated on March 27, 2011 AuthorJoanneCanadaAboutI am sixteen years old and an aspiring writer. I hope to become published someday, probably not in the next sixty years, but hopefully sometime in my life. Read my writing! I command you to! Oh, a.. more..Writing
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