Wednesday 12 December 2012

Deafening cry for help


I seek sleep sweet
For our hands again to meet
The sweetness of your gaze
And the inspirational blaze

I seek shelter from my memory
The forgetfulness so dear to me
Time to slowly fade
For a blank sadly man made

And yet all replays in my head
Your voice whispering to me instead
My impulsive manner repeats itself again
And young hopes cruelly slain

Words are my last modem
Poetry my everlasting emblem
My hiding space from your rejection
And the backlash of my passion

The flow will one day poison me
A deafening cry of help no one will see
But until then I shall follow
Maybe one day, you’ll see, you’ll know.

Laurence Ramos
12/12/12     12.16 pm

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