amid desecrated ruin
of barren thought
echoes
sing
your goodbye
still
i hold on
to a memory
I had
never known
far too long
as these stolen
hours come
to light
and life
knocks me back
down
where the screams
of windswept dreams
give way
to muted
mountains
of martyrdom
Max, or Not 
Hi this is a great poem.. thanks for sharing, and thank you for following my blog! Take care.
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Love this line: “the screams of windswept dreams,” that is scary and gorgeous!
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Reblogged this on WordDancer in the Sky.
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Words spun beautifully from Max Meunier
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Echos sing your goodbye… indeed.
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I have to say, Max, I’m a huge fan of your from-the-gut poems. This is one of them.
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Another beautiful, sad, spare cry in the wilderness. . .
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Wow…how utterly beautiful…thanks for sharing your gift :)
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