silenceA Poem by m.s.earlylet me touch your voice when it isn't silent; let not the mute of your written words define your love, push pass and give me the sound of your heart, press my ear to sweet utterances describing fantasies though they will never render.
always if they must my feet will callous on roads to you and crooked fingers pry Hell's terrain. i will feel the yoke of a thousand miles and trudge them all to berth my soul as your witness.
a bitten pity in purgatory, cursed with the taste of a quiet venom because you scream at me in empty consonance. just a whisper, just a mutter... no matter how audible, just to disperse this forsaken fume.
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Added on January 27, 2014Last Updated on January 28, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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