Rock of Words

 
I have starved you
turned my back on dreams
embraced the darkness
of knowing that when I die
eternity bleeds its stream of silence
where you alone  
might endure the force of forever--
my bravest rock of words  
worn smooth by time
fused from voices immortal  
unyielding
unshaken  
unbowed
 
Why then  
when I sit  
drained of light and love
numb and wearied  
by the lies of a weeping world
do these unborn wraiths  
still rise
to rush past my eyes
and scream?