No sharpened edge justly points
to vantage me beyond,
And as I gaze unto the sun,
these searing tears will run...

Such lofty hopes fall stories down
watch locust gather round,
Eat within these swollen words
till echos make no sound.

From sullen husks no shadow's cast
beneath this sunburnt sky,
As my pine's bereaved of needle
your whisper tells not why.

With hollowed tunes no song will sing
although it hums quite clear,
So listen in this silence
for the falling of my tears.

Find my shadow casting long
stretched onto blackened miles,
Tell me when you've found your way
past love and all its wiles.


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what a perfect poem! If I should say what my favourite part is, I would say the whole poem! It's just amazing! not only the poem, but also your talent! Elya Thorn