poem

Talk to me

The well is deep, underwater deamons

What can I do to dispell this angry questionmark of fear?

When I can no longer hear the sound of beads and bells

And silence slips like ghosts into my ears

Will I just float in the still thick water

and let life rush by me with

perfect indiference?


Submitted: July 19, 2012

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