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Friday, 16 November 2012

Silent Echo

I am the virtual virtuoso in a lonely one act play
Recite the bleeding monologue to an unresponsive crowd
Bleeding out the words that fall on ears that do not listen
Silence that is deafening screams ignorance all round

I am the drifting glacier that floats on frozen seas of ice
Dropping icicles on frosted ground that lie melting on the floor
Dissipating tears rejected in the flow of streams so cold
Glassy interrupted icebergs stare and chill me to the core

I am the solitary siren who’s cries echo in the void
Fall against a wall of noise that drowns every other sound
Words of shattered dreams and hopes drift silently on air
Collide with empty hearts and crash lonely to the ground

© Fergus Martin
2012