Before Earth’s Quake
Not even a whim
By Jeffrey SparksPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I felt nothing
Not even a whim
No reverberation nor tremor
Presented itself
Before Earth’s Quake
I heard nothing
No whispers nor words,
Nestled my ear
to take their place
And if such vibrations occurred,
Then in front of judge and jury,
I plead the fifth, for my case.
Because as such,
I am not — without guilt.
I know very well,
I have caused
at the very least,
ladles of Blood
To be spilt
And yet now
I am still
And still feel nothing
Honestly
Truly
Not even when —
I pulled out my own Heart
and gave it you
and watch you
Hand it to him.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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