I promised myself
to stay quiet,
but the words keep rising—
worthless
weak
like graffiti I never wrote
but still find on my walls.
So, I cross them out,
again and again,
as if the line itself
could silence the echo
worthless
weak
.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ellipsis, specially for Orchidee. And now we shall behold the strikethrough 🕊️🙏
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Can a word be taken back once uttered, a thought retracted from the mind once thought, a printed line erased or painted over? The door is open, the bird has flown and now to gather it back? Does a line through a word extract its meaning or draw attention to it? A line under intended notice given but a line through more notice still rooted in our rebellious and obstinate curious nature of wonder. Who wrote it and who struck it through? Nicely done Cryptic
Now we gotta argue over whether to strike-through once, still being able to view the word; or strike-through several times so that a word is annihilated! lol.
A place of plaguing thoughts, words always in the background, echoing, a feeling of unease that can never quite be quelled. This poem in its simplicity speaks volumes. So done my friend!
Arqios, this is a quiet masterpiece…self-erasure turned confession. The spacing, the strikethroughs, the echo, the futility....all rendered with surgical precision and heart. You let silence speak.Brilliantly done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Those words may be crossed out Rik but will always be remembered.
Andy
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