Wherein my voice is lost

Wherein my voice is lost

A Poem by N R Whyte

I guess I've lost my voice to
The wind. 
Though easterly blusters
Kept my mama
In shambles 
With tumble weeds,
The northern winds will
Carry my voice 
To the place where
Dawn
Breaks on ice caps and 
Buries fears beneath
The ages of sameness.

© 2014 N R Whyte



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N R Whyte
N R Whyte

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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I am a student at York University, finishing my fifth and final year of a double honours degree program in English and Creative Writing. My writing has improved immensely during my four years at York,.. more..

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