Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Raging Waters

My words mean nothing to you
You listen as though to muted silence
Blank eyes staring
Mouth a narrow line
I don't pretend to have the answers
But the questions
Never asked
Drift slowly on a sea of numb insensitivity
Unaware that jagged rocks
Snare and tear
Beating down the gentler tides
Pounding failure into fragile froth
Wax etched
Tearless skin
Perfect porcelian melts
Questions left unanswered
Rise with white peaks
Boil up
Leave nothing undisturbed
You cannot tame this sea

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