The silent screams
are the most painful of all
Nowhere to go
Nothing that can be said
I cannot make a sound
all is turned inward
Scream, my soul does
Silence, my lips say
My body consumed
in unspoken conflict
Limp, desiring not to be seen
Rigid, longing for escape, freedom
Languid eyes, slowly search
seeking some solace within sight
Nothing, there is, that can ease
this long and loathsome day
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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