Saul Stone

Rookie (Central Valley of California)

Scribbles 2 - Poem by Saul Stone

'and the whole place didn't look the same that night'

During The coldest hour
as the clouds hung low

It was far from beautiful
exhausting everything i have become
in the simplest times the
silence is a comfort
as is changing to make you smile

What I ask is to be a stain in the memory of god
As one who sees himself again
And is put to rest

Calling out
the sounds break
Sordid details
Of the failure that I am

No more, shall I listen
silence encircles my mind
these influences, i have given into.
and have made me whole
not your words

Comments about Scribbles 2 by Saul Stone

  • Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (10/12/2008 6:10:00 PM)

    dear sir, i like something about this... I like. YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE! ! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008

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