~ Without Words
When the Poet no words to share
The soul lingers unaware
The inner voice cannot be heard
Collective conscious void of word
And the Poet – head bent in defeat
Wads of paper about his feet
Tries invoking the witching hour
Sleepless he knows he’s built a tower
A wall surrounding – not of mortar or stone
But of sorrow he bears all alone
Misunderstood, no words to share
The soul lingers unaware.
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O’Prunty
1/10/17
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