poem: at large

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at large

into the wilderness i screamed the whispers of my soul.

lying, i waited for an echo.

birds have chirped.
lions have roared.
leaves have rustled.

but the whispers have yet to resound from afar.

still i listened and lied.
waited.

until alas the echo whispered.

but my ears were too numb to recognize.


At Large by Tim Decano is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.