To Whom It May Concern
Struggling with words,
that once flowed like rivers pouring from my mind
The quiet that is, not understood
as distance between what was creative imagination
and a blank stare into space widens
Should I explore its reasons?
To find the birth of silence, walk its cobbled path
searching along its edges seeking troubled quarters
which may give light to darkness
Could that I hold a lamp above what's found
exploring in detail its shadows
in hopes of finding answers that reveal my minds distance
of what once was
the crying of my soul out in the wilderness
needing to be heard
now silent
as I lay in the darkness, to sleep
4/15/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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