Struggles slow
as the lure of the silence grows
echoes in tired veins
grows louder than
all other rhythmic beats
I know this pain
this whisper of an end to pain
for it thrums in me as in you
Yet I want to align
the unsteady beats
of two poet hearts
until they drown the silence
of the creeping dark
Your ghost words
sent into the ethers
caught in the clinging web
have brought me back
from the shadow’s edge
so I send my words
ghostly, timid
to give them again to you
We have a purpose
songs to sing
words to form
out of the depths
and when our voices and words are lifted
there is nothing
no silence, no shadow
we cannot push back

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 2/1/2012
For CaterinaSky, a poet of beautiful words. Thank you for being here.

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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