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The Wind
I whispered I was sorry, but the wind erased my voice. The pain that dwelled inside, was not a given choice.
And each sad uncertain tremble of the tainted frozen hearts, was buried in the sadness, before they broke apart.
Forever isn't long enough to cancel out these screams. Although I wonder why I hear them, only in my dreams.
I've heard the tune many times of the soul's broken melody. The look of horror in their eyes, remains a painful memory.
Thrilling to hear; these poor voices of agony and sin. In Hell, it was the dead who shrieked and groaned within.
I whispered I was sorry, but the wind erased my voice. The pain of eternity was not a given choice.
Copyright © 2016 by Gabriela Cueto Perryman
All rights reserved, including the right of Reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
And each sad uncertain tremble of the tainted frozen hearts, was buried in the sadness, before they broke apart.
Forever isn't long enough to cancel out these screams. Although I wonder why I hear them, only in my dreams.
I've heard the tune many times of the soul's broken melody. The look of horror in their eyes, remains a painful memory.
Thrilling to hear; these poor voices of agony and sin. In Hell, it was the dead who shrieked and groaned within.
I whispered I was sorry, but the wind erased my voice. The pain of eternity was not a given choice.
Copyright © 2016 by Gabriela Cueto Perryman
All rights reserved, including the right of Reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
Published 25th Jan 2016
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