ConversationA Poem by Marinathe feeling in a one sided conversation, when you want to speak, but nothing comes out.Skip a beat, one two, quite the eloquence remainders in the silence, three four, cardiac arrest Stare into the depths When lingering thoughts climb higher Through the hole a gaping Of my jaw, dropping Bite my tongue, bitter Tick, the clock ticks, tock A gunshot through the head As end meets end Information through the wires With a shortage in the fuse Utter silence, rising beat Deep sigh, uncomforted need
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Added on January 31, 2011 Last Updated on January 31, 2011 Author
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