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Silence

by Kristine Briese

You sit there and ponder my silence
After demanding to know
Why I must nurture defiance
And why I must read so much Poe

You can't find what's inside my silence
And therefore would not hear my voice
You cannot condone my defiance
So therefore you leave me no choice

I leave you with words echo-pounding
But since they were born of my hand
I leave you with silence abounding
A silence you can't understand

These notes from a dead girl I send you
Composed of the words you desired
These poems that Edgar and I knew
Are sent from this heart that expired

03/29/2002

Posted on 03/29/2002
Copyright © 2022 Kristine Briese

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