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Friday, 13 June 2014

Deaf, Dumb And Blind

Your screams of terror remain unheard,
your words seek out replies but none arrive,
lie torn and shattered on the floor.
A cold,
dark,
silent,
floor.
Silence,
Cold, dark, silence.
The empty space you live within
few others know or understand.

Birdsong shrills in darkened forests,
songs that whisper gently on the wind,
remain unsung in the silence of your world.
A cold,
dark,
silent,
world.
Silence,
Cold, dark, silence.
The emptiness of the void
echoes to the sound of the dead.

Mystic moons shine no light in your darkness,
sun-kissed beaches remain invisible to you,
the beauty of the world is hidden in the void
A cold,
dark
silent,
void..
Silence,
Cold, dark, silence.
Fear surrounds you on the dark
lonely road you travel.

That cold,
dark,
silent,
unheard world of the damned.

© Fergus Martin

Jun 2014