July 5, 2014

I CANNOT SPEAK

By EPRobles

I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’

:: 07-04-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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