The Woe of Words
A meaningless emptiness
Fills its every being
Though it shatters forth every gentle drop of rain
Before its apt to utter up its cry
Even though I can offer up no greater portion
As I see the darkness contained within
Finding in myself the shame
I tremble fearing its every disdain
You break forth from my lips
My heart seeking its every meaning
Yet fearing its entire domain
Finding unworthiness and the emptiness contained within
Silence therefore becomes my only refuge
Fearing every word my voice may proclaim.
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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