Many times…
Many times my tongue stutters…
Urging these lips to whisper behind deep silence
My skin clothed itself in goosebumps,
to extinguish this burning fear
Leading my body through the realm
of insecurity
Like the many times
I watched
sorrows & strangers
Dwelt in this my cozy heart…
And
so many times my voice became
a lullaby of death
Exalting evils… as if my fear rested on a bed of perpetual darkness.
Authored by: George Flumo
Featured Image by: Peter Herrmann on Unsplash