SEVEN

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The end of Oblivion Corpus is nearing it’s final two poems.
This is next to not-really-last-but-kind-of-is poem. So, if you like this, be sure to follow the blog and not miss the next two parts.
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And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine



 

Silent and filled with thoughts
Not sharing your hidden words
I wonder what will you devise
Would you even share a single line?

And yet you speak here and there
I know that is not all and so I wait
The quietude tearing the room apart
As if the sand is being thrown about.

It’s over now so don’t hold back
I wish to hear your voice attack
But you’re just nodding your head
To my criticism and words I bled.

Silence is what you’ve fed.

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