Exercise 080701

What word would you

like me to say

that might ever convey

how cold your heart

has become. Apart from

the odd moment or two,

when living becomes you,

each moment is filled

with dark and foreboding.

And hope is just

another nightmare,

a banging discordant drum

that makes my ears

bleed. A word? None

sufficient exists. And all

that remains is silence.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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