...anytime there's silence, I worry
that screams and angered bumps in the night
will soon again coat my ears
and again dilute the shallow waters of my sanity
again and again...
my tears are stubborn to join the madness
but inside I am no better than the noise
because from my soul, I cry hard for peace
until something wonderful surfaces wet upon my cheeks
for happiness and happiness only.
(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The silence...
Posted by Pryncess Poetiq at 7:37 PM
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1 comments:
deep!....fearlessly you tap into the mind with your poems!loved it!
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i read the other ones too! i forgot to leave my name!smdh...
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