Judge Dread
I am a tenant
of your penance.
I reside in your house of discontent.
My whispers scream
too loud
and yet
a voice too small to be heard.
I live in a vastness of silence
of words which cannot be heard.
This house is called dread.
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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