Slow
Still the silence speaks
in tongues of tortured fright
where darkness holds the night
in chambers seldom seen
Rare now the touch
a silkened pearl
a mind unfurled
Beats slow beats
of death
drone the black
filling out the sides
alone
again
and I am done
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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