Open Poetry #47 |
hearing the unspoken |
Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
tho strange thru the haze the memories fade yet become so clear as if I were there again hearing you speak to me tho I never heard a thing you wanted so desparately to hold my hand then you let go and never told me what I needed to know so now after the fog and thru the raging storms I fight back tears, give into anger, and try desparaately to hear the words that I never heard maybe because they were never spoken.... ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This almost has a humorous side to it, but it is anything but funny. I like your slapstick way of writing. You have your heart and soul invested in this poem. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~ |
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