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Wounded Word...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 18, 2010 at 1:32am

Wounded Word...

The sound of your darkness whispers,
Like knife serrations and broken glass afoot,
The ghastly shape read from your lips,
Renders solely a world of dust,
A place from which I don't know how to fly,
Chained in gilt memories and dreams,
A soft and silent apocalypse of the heart,
The dross that composes each and every day,
The paint of your brush is the deepest-darkest blue,
A song that wilts leaves with every note,
A dirge of bones and silence,
Burst upon screens and print pages,
The clock is pushed to hyper-speed,
And the warp of your drive beggars the sunlight,
The only hope left is that your spells are all empty air,
Composed of the deepest nothing,
A made-up wounded word.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/18/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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