Shelly's Poetry for Friday, January 30, 2009

Friday, January 30, 2009

Quiet Comes Over Me

Quiet comes over me and I remain silent in this foreboding environ I await; acquiescent — I do not fear it too late; alas the clock’s toll absent and I do not fear the darkness yet I cannot be without light. Abandoned? I am left in this quiet room to self induced silent accent; and the morrow sheds... Sign in to see full entry.

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