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The KILLER: A Poem

I walk along a cobblestone road,

that leads into a wooded path,

that has no end in sight,

that brings no pleasant sounds.

The Silence is the Killer.

It stalks me at my breath.

 

I walk back into darkness,

looking forward into light.

A single sound could turn me ‘round,

solemnity lives underground.

 

Dancing in a spiral,

black widow’s widened grin,

and still I spin, and still I walk,

without pause,

without cause,

without meaning.

 

Why?

Which?

How?

Whatever?

When feet are but a feather,

the heart turns quick to lead.

 

All things die with open eyes,

and Silence is the Killer.

 

ghfool ~ circa 1990

The Life of a Dream

Drifting

Soaring

Falling

All at once

Naked

Worried

Searching

In the dark

Alone

Friends

Ghosts

Strangers

Sickly smiling

Floating

Breathing

Silent

Surrounded by sea

Blind

Broken

Alive

Buried underground

Forgotten

Balloons

Pulsating

Distant

Full of fever

Drifting

Soaring

Falling

Forever

ghfool

 

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