The Voiceless Soliloquy
Tuesday, 9 October 2018
The bleeding quill, the oozing words
My only friends over the years
Essential for my existence
Like air and water-smiles and tears.
My shepherds across tortuous lanes
Through thick and thin- applause and jeers.
Custodians of my darkest secrets
Keepers of my deepest fears.
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