Dormant by Richard VinceOnce there were words, but now
Now, all that remain
Are echoes of what I once said
Swirling around the furred arteries
Of my mind
Sometimes the rain falls
Some days the sunshine shines
But no aspect of the world
Penetrates my heart any more
The words lie still; dormant
Even my pen is dying.
Maybe I have written all the words
And that part of my heart
Which once was so full
Is now empty;
Drained of my thoughts and my fears
My self centred longing
My emotional naivety
Or maybe they just sleep
For now, at least
Waiting for when I need them again 04/25/2001 Author's Note: Words in italics are almost from 'Lydia' by Kathryn Williams.
Posted on 02/08/2005 Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
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