He shouldn't have spoken

Poem II of the series of poems titled, "The Man"

Poem I - "Freedom's Ticket".

Dusty in the sands of time,
he screamed for water;
thirst beholden
But once he learned the language,
he shouldn't have spoken

Drank from the fount of throat,
became a droplet's addict;
forgot the warmth of sands,
for being thirsty became a habit.

and the tower of babel strained,
rumble and rabble of motion;
but once he learned gratitude
he still shouldn't have spoken.

Gratefulness sank deep below;
spreading its searching tentacles.
Strangled the sand in a grip of nerves
like cruel fate. A mere spectacle.

The cloth of reason unravels,
He covered deep seas and hills, hopin;
but still, of all his travels,
he shouldn't have spoken,
never have spoken

He returned home, a new wizard.
Transferred the poison of gratitude;
helping the hand of fate
maintain its fiery blizzard.

But the flowers dont speak,
and the towers dont lean.
the words of man, nothing they mean.
For its visible, before its seen;
Close your eyes, to not let them speak.
But the vow of man is broken.
For the words above, I shouldn't have spoken
Never have spoken.

Poem III - Some Sand Grains


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