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
the sounds break
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
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