Like the Many Times

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

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