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Before Earth’s Quake

Not even a whim

By Jeffrey SparksPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Before Earth’s Quake
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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.

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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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