my lips sewn tight,
i have no words.
they have retreated,
they have gone away.
i would offer an apology
but my brain
gives me nothing to say.
{i am mute.
i am silent.
i cannot feel a thing.}
stone and cold,
bone and hair,
loss of intuition,
incomprehensible stare.
pick me up off the floor.
i am void
and empty
and yet
i can't take anymore.
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2 comments:
'stone and cold
bone and hair' ... wow!!
Your poetry blows me away. This is a very powerful piece.
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