Silenced

Silenced.....
sitting on the edge as I look below
rumbling tower liquid shoving
against a jagged shelved wall
feeling the breeze finger then cower
tantalizing my moistened lips
arouse my thoughts in loneliness

this silence overwhelms me
as I sit on the edge feeling gritty
beaten by your seething heat
with your filtering fingers measuring
the length of my weathered hair
as cursed by your touch I wither

standing at the edge as I look below
ever piercing, surging, rushing and yet caressing
even the deepest vilest crevice
I felt pulled by the purging willow call
having been transfigured I took the fall
my anguish left me as I enter

soaring into silence I look
shooting into the sea clamoring for
breath feeling pulled against time
my mind left then jolted by a rock
finally seeing white glistening
bubbles settling over my bloody face

drenched in silence I look
past radiating torching reeking sun
still longing but not able to see
why am I dripping in blood
hating taste of cursed man
of the one I love, my love why


death, in silence........I breathe




revised 6.1.2009 (c) publish @ Poets Exoression Network