The Man with No Tongue Pt. 2

On Release


The door swings open, the sound never whispered so sweetly.

Enslaved for too long,
His clothes tattered and vile,
His face, all leathery and covered in scars
He can't go back! He won't go back!
So brutal! so hostile!

Now free, he makes his way slowly to the waterfront.

The water laps up against the shore,
Folding around his two feet,
the man with no tongue stands fixed
Eyes closed, reveling in the elements,
So fresh, so sweet.

Mother earth entices and he embraces with full delight.

He leans down as far as his knees will take him,
toes buried, feeling every grain
with a single finger he writes in the sand:
"I've let you burn,
But I've made you feel whole again..."

He stayed there for a while, 'til the tide melted his thoughts away.