Where do my words go
Streaming
Through the silent night
Into dense forests
Of conflicted thoughts
In search of a ray of light
Falling softly
Like dripping dew
On warm moist earth that calls
The exhumed voices
Of long dead dreams
Bouncing off barren walls
My words
The unsung warriors
Of every heart that bleeds
Painting soils, crimson
They drink on oozing hatred
And sprout.....like fallen seeds 

© Manic Sylph