Your frozen words float
like flakes
falling from invisible lips.
Aimlessly I would
pick up the yearnings
trying to caress me.
Talking to me in
hushed tones, to give a
tang of silence and release.
The otherness, like a
silvery spider's web invites.
You wait at the edge, pondering―
To walk in or not. You
bite your tongue, cannot move.
There were suicides.
The cadavers talk.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2019 20:02
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
a poem filled with feeling and unexpected at that...
they do indeed and oft they scream for more.......... enjoyed beyond the last full stop...
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