Doves, Pens, and DesperationA Poem by Missing Entity
An ink soaked dove flutters without sound
In an existence of black and white print
Yet red flows from his chest as he cries out in silence So loud a sound but remains unheard; unspoken Desperate pleas and calls ring throughout blank pages But deaf are minds attuned to nothing and so Desolation hangs thickly and oozes deep within the bird A last attempted cry resounds in unrelenting exhaustion But in vain silence, as again.. unheard © 2011 Missing Entity |
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