Saturday, April 04, 2009

april 09 post-a-poem {3}

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.

2 comments:

daisies said...

'stone and cold
bone and hair' ... wow!!

Andie said...

Your poetry blows me away. This is a very powerful piece.