What do you do when the silent space of your mind decides it wants to be heard?
Screaming in echoed holler, I hear the vibration of words.
Muffeled and stifled
Humming in my head, reminding me I’m not dead.
I can’t decipher what is being said.
Damn crazy head!
I stay on alert waiting for the silence to strum up the courage to speak.
It isn’t silence that I fear.
I’ve sat in that year upon years.
For the chatter, I wait.
Luring it I dangle bait.
My intentions are pure, hoping the words offer a cure.
If ever a whisper,
or even a howl,
I’ll interpret it
best I know how.
This is like a song…
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It could be, right?! Thanks for reading 🙂
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thats beautiful
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Thank you
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Nice poem Eve.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Thanks Dawn
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Your Welcome Eve.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Ahah wonderfully wrtten👌🏻👌🏻
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Thank you ❤
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My Pleasure😊
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Beautiful x
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Thank you
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This is so beautiful and it also hit me right in the heart, you express amazingly how I feel sometimes. thank you
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Thank you for reading. I’m glad someone relates.
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Great work!
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Good!
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Beautiful.
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I know this feeling, well written.
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Beautifully written. Well done 🙂
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Thank you
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