House of Tongues
By Gabriella0000

The house of tongues
Has a place where
Rats swarm around
The mind of the critical feet.

It is not the place
Where writers block flow
And pens run dry
From lashing lamented tongues.

Murmuring echoes
Faintly falling upon deaf
Ears of that brave
Soul pressing forward.

Candidly look within to the lurking
Critical cast shadow dancing
Blood ink commentaries
On lines of pure snow.

Press your faces to the glass
Look inside, take a good look
See what is there
Gaze upon the overall.

Words spill out
Falling on the pages 
Of each poets 
blood penned hands.

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