Sounds
The sounds of yesterday
echo and taunt,
though faded away
some tunes I still want.
The sounds of the now
tug at my ears,
and remind me somehow
of foreboding fears.
The sounds of tomorrow
creak still unheard,
in the church-bells of sorrow
and the last final word.
I stare at the earth
and hear its' live cry,
and wonder what worth
is it all just to die.
I hear the timid and meek
whispering in silence,
fearing to speak
or shout their defiance.
O'er my head there flies honking
geese in togetherness,
on the ground too are honking
aggitations of loneliness.
And imaginary sounds
sigh on my bed,
of love in soft pounds
I tune my ear but they fled.
For the only sound there
is my silent scream,
O to be just anywhere
where this nnoise is unseen.
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