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A poem about the loss of love. |
| You prick me with your silence, Which forms a frozen Road into my heart. Your indifference stakes me and dusts my spirit Into a thousand pieces Scattered along lonely Rock infested shores. I am interred against the tumbling Tide; I am one with the woeful Ocean that stretches across to another Lonely coast. Your silence speaks to me In unheard whispers That abrogates my protestations And turns my argumentation Into a trifle, nothing more than a child’s Toy am I, reduced to sucking The life out this house For sustenance. |