The Sound Of Silence Poem by Karen Touzalin

The Sound Of Silence



Beyond the steady ache
behind my tired eyes
i hear cymbals crashing
or maybe it was a truck reversing unto a deserted road
or dogs baying at a lonley moon
or birds singing to the sorrowful sunrise
Maybe....
anything to drown out the sound of a door closing
softly,
after you left this morning

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 17 February 2010

Lot's of passion behind the words.

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Karen Touzalin

Karen Touzalin

Kingston, Jamaica
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