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deafened
by Rachelle Howedear sister,
it's so quiet here.
it's been a long time since i've
felt so eclipsed and blotted out.
i'm missing my home, rarah.
the letters are worn and ragged
on this hollow page;
the ink smeared and bleeding.
my pen doesn't work like it used to,
my solace is fleeting again.
we should find a way to fly, sistermine,
i yearn to feel the wind against my back.
too long i've been grounded on this plain,
too long since i could hear anything but silence.
love,
raggy
09/01/2003 Posted on 09/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/01/03 at 10:04 PM Beautiful and wistful, grabs at the reader's heart. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/05/03 at 03:46 PM Such a touching and heartfelt scene. A warmth is conveyed in this work and it is gently conveyed to the reader. Superb format. |
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