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