Poem of the Week: Echoes and Silence

Solstices comes with dark days, nights and fears I stare at Utopia Mind stained with blood, sweat and tears In my head I hear voices calling Six feet at the edge of my thoughts, I’m falling Branded with pains, I howl Headed for grace land, on Wounded Knee I crawl In the field of my emotions With pity dark clouds look down at me My dusty path, has lost its directions An enigma, lonely but free All I hear is echoes and silence of a fading heart to be.

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This article was first published on 20th July 2012

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