What we write…
What we write
Can consume us
Becoming bullets
That blast through us
Moments in words
That douse all the flames
In the midst of a song
A whispered name
Sometimes the words
They won’t come
Like a love you can’t feel
When hurt leaves you numb
But love is still there!
Even though the river is dammed
We must do what we can
It’s never enough
To silently write
We must be heard…
Peter Anstiss
Copyright 2017