Roar
By bidoof
Sun, 22 Sep 2013
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I do not speak, for the voice of my essence is not that of any man
I have suffered the cold of 50 unseeing eyes, and burned by the intensity of kind ones
Tragic flames have licked and burned, has welded my spirit into solid steel with give and mettle
The cacophony of a thousand fires have deafened my ears to all but the kindest words
I do not speak: I roar
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Loved the intensity in this
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Loved the intensity in this poem. Good read. Jenny.
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This hurt my ears. Well done.
Permalink Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
This hurt my ears. Well done.
Linda
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