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Dormant

by Richard Vince

Once 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
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