Impolite
By Guinevere3
A whisper in a tunnel In a mountain far from home Or a whisper to some honeysuckle Through heat waves on the phone... A whisper never thunderous Is often never heard, But he felt silent.. Repercussions revolting Polite electric rage. Can you blame me? An Orphan all alone... Newborn Eyesight stolen away… but why? I’ve never known reality, Just Exaggerated despair... Politely then, I disappear Loudly, then I fall. Still polite, I am alone. With less pain, for now. Not standing politely Alone I Whisper, Those of importance Are here…2000, Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 03:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"A whisper in a tunnel..."