Your silence echoes, deafening,
As multitudes of unspoken words
Ricochet off the crumbling walls
That stole our souls for construction.
Empty eyes meet, through hairline cracks
Joining in hesitant waltz
Whirling on unsteady spindles
In fog-sheltered imagination.
Anxious gaze averted to reality
Recognising illegality of connection...
Wistful fingers trace the last tiny rips
In the fabric of the solitary life
That all must leave
Before they are filled with empty feelings
And that last human connection
Becomes a distant memory;
The marks etched overgrown by lonliness.
Author notes
It's shit.
Comments
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no it is not shit. tssh, this is amazing. honestly, this write is just simply awesome. i love the emotions that ran through this poem, it was really powerful, and rather overwhelming. great write, and u have to write more.
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