Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Voice of Silence

There are moments when I hear
An inaudible silence in its aphonic tone
When someone speaks to me
And there is none around save me.
The words are harsh, sarcastic
Which purge me down to my soul
And lay me bare before some unseen mirror
Where I see my infirmities, naked,
Like scars scathing and raw
And my nostrils fill with a stench
As some secret scalpel dissects me
And I gasp for breath
And this asphyxiation pulls me out of the reverie
…….am I my own foe?

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