SILENZIO

SILENZIO

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Poetry
Perhaps one day I will die and my writing is the only thing that will be left. Now as I write this story, it will be an open book. Poetry and essays. Inner struggles. Perhaps...this may be a legacy that hopefully will mean something for you. Silenzio is all I ask.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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