No Words Left

Where are the voices crying out

  from the din

 

Where is the blood you spilled

  from within

 

Where is that Siren who once

  called your name

 

Where is the fortune promised

  by fame

 

Where is the promise you made

  to yourself

 

Where is that demon unseen but

  still felt

 

Where is the beacon to lighten

   your ink

 

Where is the harbor this side of

  the brink

 

Where is the feeling,

  hearts lost in the fall

 

Where is the meaning

  —no words left to call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

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