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[erikestabrook]

The Silent Ones


A bittersweet embrace
the ones who are left thinking of the ones left behind

a rapturous roar, sanctity is nothing more than peace

a holistic cleansing, that left only the hands clean

soft avenues through bathroom stalls,
bleeding fences,
trees aware of it all,

what was known as light is now the sign
run plenty, run far and you'll survive

an ellusive question, what is pain?

something everyone knows like a viral stain,

but we are the silent ones
shuned to corners

pruned like hedges
raped like pieces of meat

we are the scavengers
ravaging with words
proped up on highlighted pursuits of Adam and Eve's fruit

we are the silent,
poems are our voice.

by Erik Estabrook

[nomadicrhymer]

Erik I love this piece...very nice and complicated...gets one thinking of the meaning of life....keep up the good work!

Nomad

[erikestabrook]

thanks nomad

[Curtis Spider Lee]

Thanks Erik for placing a voice to Poets out here! I thoroughly enjoyed this write, thank for sharing!

[erikestabrook]

thanks Curtis I'm glad you enjoyed it