a blank page is but a silent word
a paragraph waiting to be spoken
a promise of an utterance
for the silence to be broken

i sit here with longing
the words are here
but they won’t leave my hand
the page is still empty

give me the will, the words
whisper in my ear again
i long to hear the voices again
depraved of my madness i am

even a madman crave his fix
when voices are silent
the madness have no company
no companion to give reason to my dementia

there are just silent echoes here now
they are deafening me
and i fear i will fade away

(c) 2014 allen simpson
inspired by allan edgar poe (of course)

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