Yet Unspoken Heart
Posted on | October 1, 2004 | No Comments
The greatest tragedy of our times
And in our hearts
Is not the evil words
and raised fists of angers damnation
Tight fist, aggressions act
Hatreds revenge can bring about
The broken heart
Simple effort process
all of which is known
The tragedy lies at fingers tip
The apathy and silence of words
yet unspoken
Intentions stashed away
while thoughts of love
stored like treasure lost
A beating heart is not so loud
When it pounds in furious thunder
Nor when veins coarse red
With torturous currents
It is the smallest note
that which can be heard
Fathoms deep in souls abyss
Waves rising crashing walls of concrete minds
Barriers yet not as strong
An action of ones hearts content
As hollow grasp
Brings silent tears
~philip m devin
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