For The Love Of Words25736 Poems Read |
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Why
I have looked behind doors and beyond the words to find much needed answers A familiar chill twisted, finding its way through me as I set and watched the clock pass each minute The sound, so electronic, deafening as if it were screaming in a high- pitched voice demanding that I turn away and not look any longer Pacing, looking out the window over the rooftops of the buildings to the mysterious horizon beyond My stare as blank as a composers white piece of parchment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, no rhyme, no reason Always the same question, why was it that he felt it necessary? to abandon me in this fashion Are the end results to be the same? completely alone with a half dead heart and only questions and never any answers G. Williams
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