on a hollow eve hallowed echoes envelop
all silent survivors huddling in exhaustion
tucked in apartments as sheets of dust accrue
sentences never uttered by those like you
and I have smothered the voice
using logic as a choice
ordering my soul to sleep
wrapped in darkness as lovers weep…
yawning princesses and sickly princes
build tarnishing coffers and eroding fences
as mothers shed tears of ephemeral joy
leaders treat every life like a toy
I drink the grit of time
counting everything as mine
I wish for a world of ears
to listen to the evaporated years…
Poetry By Alex Roth 