The Sound From Within
The Sound From Within...
Pushes me
Not over the bridge
Or towards the running waters
But to the charcoal imprinted words
The words
Are stained with every tear
The story
My voice is unwilling to tell
The letters
Do not intertwine
The phrases
Do not mingle or overwhelm
The words
Are cut throat
The story
Is purely true
Letters, words, and stories
Are not my art
Or a passing of time
It is the only voice I have left.
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