Silence rages
Like the perfect storm
Ceasing breath, sound and substance
Yet, even the silence can't stop
The heart from beating
Nor the weight of hurt felt
Wish to God silence could cease
The sound of words wielded
As weapons,  piercing tips,
Tongues heavy anvils...drop
Sinew torn with intent,
Hopes even, to crush bone
Quiet sad the state of things when
Pleasure is derived from open mockery
Exposure of faults, failings and wrongs
I never was one for
Modern day entertainment
Arrogance paraded on a
Foundation built on self alone
Simply thought a semblance of comfort
Would be found in seeing her words
Her thoughts, a window to her world
Alas, again I'll put pen to paper
Baring my soul, setting free the burden
Eliminating the presence
That sparked it all...mine
Knowing some amends can't be made
I welcome the silence and pray to forget
Erasing it completely...delete
K. Turnage

K.Turnage
3-4-2015