In the silence I read your poem One who is following my lead Listen to the cries to the north I have bonded my words on paper It is for you to listen One who ignore shall hear the forever shame It is in these words I have found my chance This is what I have found Now it is time for a change I hear the meaning grasping in my direction I feel the pain buried beneath my soul My pen shall write However there is nothing to put down I shall forget this night Live past the open light Swallows me whole to never be found Crystal blue palace couldn't be more clear to me Foundation to crack beneath me I have seen many things Remembered many things Forgot how to write them down In the silence I am the only audience in your poem Paper litters my mind Words blind me The pen piercing me to my death It is the silence that covers me I am in your poem One who forgot to read it I close my eyes to view your meaning There is nothing here Blank sheets of paper Your silence My pen This old poem I read to you I forgot there is no one to listen Silence is my home
Oh it's so great to have you here, John. Truly! And what a wonderful piece to post as your opening work! I love these lines: "I have seen many things Remembered many things Forgot how to write them down" Hope to see you around often! ~Lady Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
heard alot about me huh?... uh oh what did poe say about me now LOL just kidding... she always is there to read my poetry... thank you for reading my poem... glad to meet you
