Friday, September 10, 2010

Broken Silence's Vow by Clifford K. Watkins, Jr.

There was a flash of obscurity when our eyes met
And our meager strands soon shuddered in puddles of regret
Yet we reached for the firmament from respective abysses
Aching for the warmth of flesh
Coupled with give-and-take bliss
Only to recoil to our dimly lit streams
To release our inhibitions through befuddled compositions
Pretending to be whole
We struggle with the dismal realm of fragmented dreams
Questioning the construct we call a soul


  1. I still love you! :o)

  2. You are the fucking man Cliff! I wish I had the guts you have bro!