~ Without Words…


~ Without Words
When the Poet no words to share

The soul lingers unaware

The inner voice cannot be heard

Collective conscious void of word
And the Poet – head bent in defeat

Wads of paper about his feet

Tries invoking the witching hour

Sleepless he knows he’s built a tower
A wall surrounding – not of mortar or stone

But of sorrow he bears all alone

Misunderstood, no words to share

The soul lingers unaware.
O’Prunty 

1/10/17
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