There Is No Sound In Me Now Poem by Shalom Freedman

There Is No Sound In Me Now



THERE IS NO SOUND IN ME NOW

There is no sound in me now.
Waiting in silence
Straining against emptiness
Trying and trying
Word after word
Line after line
I force another poem upon the world
Which reads not.

Vanity of vanities
Even in poetry-
Vanity of vanities
Poetic lust.

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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