Friday, December 16, 2011

162.

Sometimes a scream is all there’s left to say


Silence falls alone at night

Beneath the stars in bloodless sight

Alone in shadow darkness lies

In wait for tears from desperate eyes


With whispered screams and shattered calm

The tortured sound erupts unharmed

By living’s fear alight in day

For love of stone and heart of clay


Moulded rough by gentle hands

By those whose loving care demands

The final choice of death or die

In lie of life or life of lie


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