Caught in contours of his visage,
are countless vestiges of numerous untold tales.
Memoirs of dreams who died without unfolding,
And saga of valiant efforts of expression in absence of verbal tones.
They called him taciturn and some called dumb,
None had patience or sense of pry to wonder,
Why the lips did not utter,when eyes told volumes.
just assuming he had nothing to say,
They left him lost in his abandoned world.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Insightful and incisive.
Louis You words of critique are so very motivating.Thanks
A sad tale well expressed.