Unspoken
dismal and weary
day blends to night
numbness takes over
No will to fight
No longer the fool
I won't wait to hear
the words you've not spoken
are loud and clear
day blends to night
numbness takes over
No will to fight
No longer the fool
I won't wait to hear
the words you've not spoken
are loud and clear
2 comments:
Reading several of your poems I have to say this one is one of your best. It may be short, but it speaks volumes.
Frederick, it really means a lot that you take the time to comment when you find one of my works you like. I truly appreciate your kind words.
Paula
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