At this hour
Life, a word in silence...
just as the whisper
of an absent wave
Night falls,
unable to grasp the vehement screams of plight;
bitter hope, as the hours,
pass inert
Exiled memories;
yesterday’s forgotten,
today’s furtive
At this hour, which I did not choose,
tombs bloom under the bloody grass,
knotting my tears
amidst indifferent glances
...
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:20 pm
In silence
In silence,
tears that express their agonizing language
Tears that have names,
faces
memory…
and ignored pain
©Noris Roberts
Tuesday 6th February 2018 5:58 pm
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