Feb 2013
My silence
It trembles
Of a thousand
Shouts
Quieted
In restraint
My wordless gaze
A novel
Of your pain
Written with
Fountain pen
Atop the skin
My existence
A prism
Of your
Incessant
Blur
Of the light
It trembles
Of a thousand
Shouts
Quieted
In restraint
My wordless gaze
A novel
Of your pain
Written with
Fountain pen
Atop the skin
My existence
A prism
Of your
Incessant
Blur
Of the light
