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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When all is but dark and dreary, and coldness wraps the silhouette of my wooden surface, I listen to the wafer thin whispers echoing in whimsy tones- when the moon wind-chimes sway to the balmy breeze; hung on the side of a weathered balcony, where the sun sometimes unfurls her feathery fingers, to rest upon timber corners of my psyche, I search for compassionate caresses to comprehend unsung serenades. But tonight I feel the burden I carry in somber stillness, as my voice is unheard, amidst pen and paper wrapped around my chestnut skin, with scribbled poems of ancient tales. For I’ve long been sitting like a silenced marionette, letting my bones serve beyond I can give. Somedays I am your listener, whilst you grieve in seclusion, as obsidian tears stain the edges of my tanned shoulders, when fears sink into the depths of carved linings within my hollow heart. Yet, sometimes, I hear your laughter, sharing the redolent rainbows within your soul, when storms steer away, to paint your crystalline canvas with mauve memories entwined with mulberry musings. But I still stand frozen; a three legged table, with nowhere to hide, whilst the world remains oblivious, to the aching heartbeats- imprinted between cinnamon glazed bruises. Perhaps, there will be a time, when clocks shall halt and tick to the rhythm of my thoughts, and you’ll feel the heat of my unshed truth, and I will no longer be just a mere ornament designed to perform as you please.
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