often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold
unable to bear
the letters
staring back
so stark and cold
still
we must express
our feelings
lest we tend
our spirit’s death
ink
like blood
begins congealing
with every
unspoken breath
none would choose
to bear such burden
from an ivory tower
of pain
shattered tears
shall heed no warden
each and every
one the same
so it is
through words
thus written
pittances
of what pervades
dormant tales
awaiting
to be spoken
from beyond
the grave
Max, or Not 
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Max Meunier-Dissociative Void
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This is really brilliant, “shattered tears shall heed no warden” such a beautiful truth. Thank you.
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So excellent. So true. So resonates with me
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often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold
So true, but the same obscurity that keeps us from feeling naked before the reader also distorts our voice. It’s a fine line. :) Well done, Max.
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Haunting poetry from Max Meunier
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This is excellent Max. I loved the picture also it goes well and is hanging in my living room nodding as we speak (just a print obviously or I’d have a bloody big living room, ha ha ha!) you write very deeply and I always take away a lot from your thoughts (this is a very good thing) brava my friend!
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There’s a beautiful rhythm among these words, strung like pearls creating a mournful lament…
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Poignant my dear friend, deeply poignant
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