A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherYou're an empty echo to my hollowed heart
A shadow at the end of the day
A bridge-less gap to the space between
Left feeling cold and confused
With no words to say
A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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