Wednesday 6 November 2013

SILENCED



Sitting here
In deep thought,
The gentle breeze
Carries a tune

My whole life 
Was sang
In that song
While
Nostalgic tears 
Stung my eyes

I ventured out
Into the sun
And looked up 
Into the sky

With 
Trembling hands,
My tongue 
Stretched out,
I sliced 
That tiny member 
Off

Out with you 
You unbridled thing
Out with you
Now

You have made 
This song
A bitter tune
And made 
This wind
A pain

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