Michael Romero

Rookie (April 6,1987 / Redwood City, CA)

How The Silence Kills My Soul - Poem by Michael Romero

A terrifically insane man made a vow with God,
“All my money and all my belongings,
go to you Jesus Lord.
But one small favor I ask of you:
Speak Lord! Speak! or else I’m through.
I’m tired of the silence;
it kills my soul.
And the feeling inside…
And the world outside…
I’m missing out on it all,
for what?
The silence! The silence!
It kills my soul!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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