One day you wake up, and your world has changed. In numbed thought, you begin to take footsteps learned long ago, but on a different path.


The Silent Song

Flowers bloomed no more that spring
For the wren in the bush could not sing
His wings too tattered – his song no more
His flight sullied, no sky to soar

Panes of glass, long shaken by wind
Trip reflections of some passing friend
Twisted and twirled as waves on an ocean
Bent trees slapping their angry motion

Pale the morning's silent greeting
Mesh the day and midnight's meeting
To witness the silence in the rain
The sound long gone from the pain




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-07-25 at 04:17

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
A colliding of emotions here so well portrayed. The metaphors, pace and rhythm really carry the sentiment of the feelings so well.
2007-10-20