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poem by:
Anthony Blake
Written
on Oct 19, 2025
Come to my darkness The darkness in my daytime Echoes of silence
Tags: Sad,
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Oct 21, 2025 at 1:08am
Echoes of the sounds of silence
In the naked light I saw ten thousand
people maybe more.
People talking with out speaking
Hearing voices but not listening.
Feel my arms that I reach you,
Hear my words that I might teach you.
And the words like silent raindrops fell
No one dared to echo the sounds of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made,
And the sign flashed out
it's warning in the words
that it was forming.
And the sign said,"the words of the prophets
are written on the subway wall and tenements
within the realm of silence.
I don't think I got all of the words right.
But this Simon and Garfunkel song
seemed to match your poem
completely.
