by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Jul 2011 747 Views 1 comments
Voices
Why, where, when, who, what
The voices assail me
From all sides
And I
Squirming 'neath their lashings
Know not what to say
These voices have
Not always been
They came from I know not
Nor time, nor place
Constrains them
And compassion show they not
The voices assail me
From all sides
And I
Squirming 'neath their lashings
Know not what to say
These voices have
Not always been
They came from I know not
Nor time, nor place
Constrains them
And compassion show they not
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Posted: Jul 2011
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I wrote this a number of years ago and it was published in a book called 'The Liquid Mirror'.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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The voices assail me
From all sides
And I
Squirming 'neath their lashings
Know not what to say
These voices have
Not always been
They came from I know not
Nor time, nor place
Constrains them
And compassion show they not
Darkly excellent, love it.