Date: September 9,2022
By: Leria Hawkins
Whispers lost to inbred pride
Star-crossed lovers with no voice
Was silenced by the kindred law
Was shackled by their choice
Ancient history buried deep
Bound fast in ropes and chains
Forbidden secrets languish there
Souls dimmed by the stains
Lips are sealed, forever mute
Eyes stitched up in rows
In the hollow, vast and dark
A wealth to decompose
The sod holds riddles, icy cold
And truths as black as night
Of visions yearning to reveal
But denied the gift of sight
Long beneath the moldy loam
The sole witness to a crime
Imprisoned in a lifeless tomb
Inks dirges, blurred in rhyme
The hunger of a haunted past
Lives on in make believe
Stars paint promise in the night
Of dreams still unachieved
Doomed but to the passing glance
Yet long the heart will yearn
For passions fire and blind desire
For the endless aching burn
No stone records the resting place
No rose to mark the shrine
There is but a song, without a voice
Too dumb, too deaf, too blind
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