It's so quiet in this desert...

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 11, 2017

I am the dust here;
I cannot carry your
echoes on my back.

We used to flood the halls
with laughter
now I can't even taste
the sounds that tap-danced
on my tongue.

I'd rather have your fists,
your veins flowing with anger,
because then at least I could

but I can't back up when I'm
already so lost in the wastelands.

I am a kind of thirsty
no heart could fill;

I've been barren far too long.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Maple Tree

    This piece got to heart is with you

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    What sadness this piece has. This just happens, doesn't it?

  • 1 year ago

    by AngelaLuisaCory

    Powerful is right. Very Very thought provoking. Sad. But beautiful too.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Very powerful stuff

  • 1 year ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Beautiful write.

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