My head echoing
with the roar of
silent flashbacks (of us)
makes me wish and pray
or cross my fingers (and hope to die)
that I was deaf (on the inside)
Or perhaps I could find
that spot on my body (or yours)
where the pain gets in (and out)
and plug it closed
with a tear (and a smile)
–
copyright 2012 Steven Harz
Steven Harz / Americana Soul 
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