Ashen Words MAG

October 24, 2012
By FlyByNight BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
FlyByNight BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Be not foolish, O my soul, and do not let the tumult of your vanity deafen the ear of your heart. Be attentive, O sons of men, how long will you be so slow of heart? Even now, after Life itself has come down to you, will you not ascend and live?..."


We writers must be crazy fools to lay
our lives on empty words that cannot start
describing what we wish them to convey,
that glimpse of Truth that tears our souls apart.
We dream in day, because in sleepless nights
we wander through the empty halls of words,
we search for sparks, we grasp at fireflies’ light,
spin, reaching, retching, we are drunkards, slurred.
Our eyes are red and raw, our tongues are fat
and slow, we stumble, trip, and fall, for what?
For ink and paper that will burn and that
will disappear, to ashes, ashes. But
the sun we see, the wind we feel, we cling
onto this broken hallelujah’s ring.


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