The sounds of her are distant to me now;
I barely hear the groanings that she makes.
She feels, and yet I cannot understand
How silence has replaced expressions, why
I cannot penetrate her outer shell,
Nor soften its desire to resist.
An evil has ensnared this poet's heart,
Has bound her dreaming spirit where she lay.
And as the pain of silence lingers deep
Where words to satisfy no longer reach,
This emptiness will surely lead to death
Unless this heart be stirred to sing again.
copyright (c) JMStevens, 2002
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2002
Love the way you use words. Beautifully written. ~E
Read this twice and read two interpretations within it, which makes in an excellent piece, in my view. I love versatile writing. This is beautifully and powerfully written.
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South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
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