July 25, 2009
By driftingaway SILVER, Ottawa, Other
driftingaway SILVER, Ottawa, Other
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I –
I was a singer once.

The cry of my soul
entwined with a melody
no one dared question
the song
of happiness

Every note that escaped
through my lips
rang with certainty and
my eyes twinkled
with truth

I was a singer once.

Then waves of darkness
came rolling through
vast expanses of sea and-
climbed upon the shore
of my soul

Children of despair:
the slithering vines, they-
wound across my body
entangling my thoughts
silencing me

I –
I was a singer once.

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