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Silence Hits The Hour
Contributed by
snc54
on
Thursday, 10th January 2013 @ 08:22:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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The clock ticks upon the hour
As I sit in lonesome
With whiskey sour.
I sit and ponder in wonder
In all my lightning
And blustering thunder.
My mind is a storm,
Blinding sight,
Destroying might
Of which reality is worn.
Join me in free stoned age!
Unleash the inner beast
From its rusty old cage!
Let the storms clear!
I jump up spilling the sour
As silent hits the hour.
I know I can hear
One last tear.
One last drop of rain
To end all the sorrow,
All the rubbish and pain.
The night falls quiet once more.
This coming of mute
Is permanent I'm sure.
The skies have cleared of grey.
Weather comes and goes,
But this feeling of warmth
I'd like to stay.
Copyright ©
snc54
... [
2013-01-10 08:22:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Silence Hits The Hour
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Monday, 21st July 2014 @ 12:18:37 AM AEST (User
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beautifully heartfelt, excellent imagery,
hugs n' love nessa |
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