May 09, 2006 22:22
Never Absent
Go away-
far from it all
and in the silence,
listen.
A small voice
yells, but
you
no longer hear.
Deafened
by empty silence;
hollow walls stand
where passion once grew.
The dead of Winter
stilled the fire,
snuffing Spring
from your heart.
Go away now
and listen-
hear the words
of your soul:
The voice-
it never vanished,
you were the one
gone astray.
© May 9, 2006
~Anahbird~
poetry