Voice

Posted: August 14, 2010 in My Poetry
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A quiet menace.

Words crawl
through my head,
dragging
long scaled tails
like low-slung sewer rats.

Their intelligent eyes
can spot any weakness
and they are never gentle.

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Comments
  1. I really like this. Its very strong and I understand it. See it. Have felt it. I’m very sorry about your nephew. I have some knowledge of and experiences with the stigmas that you mention. I support what youre trying to do and wish you the best of luck with it. I understand to some extent the loss your family is feeling and wish you all love peace and as much healing as can come.

    • Thanks about Voice. And thank you about Ty & the well wishes. It’s a hard thing to come to terms with but I guess there’s really no way out but through. He was one of a kind, that’s for sure 🙂 I’m glad to have the memories we all shared and glad he was like my other son. My life is much richer for having had Ty as a part of it.

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