that I will have nothing to say
and then who will I be?
a writer without words
useless
and soulless
so I am silent
and allow the pieces of poem
that arise in my mind
no air, no life
and convince myself,
almost,
that this is the lesser
of the crimes.
Copyright © 2007
2 comments:
What good are the words if no one says them? What good the songs? What good the statues without one daring to sculpt?
Once again, your words are succinct yet possessing a depth I need to hear. Thank you, as always.
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