Indifferent is my being, true.
But you sent me reeling through that lobby,
Made apathy seems far away! New
Thoughts that, once seemed dimwit hobbies, become
All to present to my woken eyes: lit
With a fire, much to my surprise. Hit
By the aura of your presence I am
Transformed, no more famished inside, humbled
By the weight of my, oh, so foolish pride!
For if I said I didn't care, I lied.
Yet though we have said much without a word,
There is still much that is yet to be heard.
For grievances that beset us still are,
Do bare their teeth, and keep afar our words.
Silent Words, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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