Silence – Heather Mirassou
Silence
What is this quiet soul to do?
My voice and fingers are stuck like glue
The boredom overwhelming my senses very alive
For hours and hours I dare strive
The silence is drowning me inside
I stammer and suffer begging for words to come to my sight
Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up this fight
Oh hearts of hearts please break these ties
So my soul may once again take flight
So that I might not die












Who’d believe that you wrote this amazing poem during your writer’s block!!
May 12, 2012 at 5:44 am