Silent
in a world of hate.
My fate
to live
and wait
for a word
that never came.
Better
to stay this way.
My day
to waste
and play
with words
that sound the same.
Illusions
I came to believe.
My time
would come
to relief
my world
of silent shame.
Never
will I speak again,
of pain
I felt
so plain
or a word
I failed to claim.
Farewell
to all who claim,
or blame
my heart
that came
with words
that sound so lame.
Silence
is all I’ll hear,
I fear
or wish
my dear
when words
are burnt in flames.







Yep. I get it.
Are we conjoined twins separated at birth? I might have been sold to another family.
yes… I still have the umbilical cord…
You saved it??!! For 57 years???!!
of course… they told me the other end belonged to my twin so I have been looking for 57 years… well, 56 … the first year I could not really walk much
Ummmmmm. Gross, but okay. I’m gonna let you keep that.
Powerfully penned, Sam. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian