THE SILENT SINGER

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JOURNAL #6

the curtesy of love once again changes hands

leaving yet another soul lost and wondering just where

he stands

few can with stand for very long a love that hurts

more as its value starts to increase

they feel they are each losing a precious part of

himself piece by vulnerable piece

I want nothing to do with such abnormal death like

fears

and I refuse to cry out the pain with the liquid of

another 's watery tears

must he who plays pay the ultimate price as one so

often hears

many would give anything to look good in the eyes of

their prestigious peer

perhaps that could be the including of this poet's

penning of a poem or two to explain away every

little thing

perhaps I am similar to 'The Silent Singer'

I put words to paper that I could never bring myself

to outwardly sing............................

( written April 2,1992 pm)

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