The deafening silence
makes the eyes cry blood
for the bright child
in the burning pit
of my wooden soul
SaBaNet: Goodheart's Corner
Life in a Holosuite
Life in a Holosuite
The deafening silence
makes the eyes cry blood
for the bright child
in the burning pit
of my wooden soul
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Tuesday, 27th April 2010 at 23:58
slpmartin
Very interesting imagery…the first two lines are so strong! Excellent power in the poem.
Sunday, 2nd May 2010 at 16:07
Salivia Baker
it was an exercise in powerful images. I am glad I succeeded. And thank you for the comment