MURMURS IN DEEP SLEEP
The fabric of discontent
has faded
down to
last
thread
Woven now
is the hunger..
the spools that were once
cravings
has grown
insatiable
Tracing back
what you
once
ignored...
they are now
our blistered thoughts
And in the depths
of our slumber
you speak...
Yet I could not speak back
The flooor
remains open...
YOU ARE READING
OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoetryWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
