SILENCE
Silence Yes that's me
But silent isn't what I want to be
It's much too empty and way too still
But make of it what you will
Silence isn't always bad
But not much silence have I ever had
But when I am silent I begin to think
And my mind becomes a fountain of ink
Ideas burst forth with increasing speed
And I am handed each puzzle piece that I need
Love & war; Truth & lies
Passion & sunset skies
Emotion and feeling each poem must form
Something far outside the norm
Where fantasy meets reality and the 2 become 1
The I know my reader I have won
So silent yes that's me
And I now I hope you understand & now I hope you see
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mhartm93
I love sign language & hope to become an interpreter. I'm also a published poet and I love to express myself in many ways. http://www.sunflowerpoetry93.weebly.com
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