Hushed

sylviasearcher

Hushed 

By existence

I fell at your door

My face distorted

Known no more.

 

Hushed

Empty

Hopeless

Forlorn 

 

I'm beginning to realise

Hushed,

I was born.

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2018 01:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: I am struggling to write anything at the moment. It's like my brain is tired of hearing my thoughts. A bit like thr rest of the humans really.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Neville

    I searched high and low to find these words.. but keep it quiet.. a great ending, very snappy and of course final...

    • sylviasearcher

      You searched high and low?

      • Neville

        yes

        • sylviasearcher

          What do you mean?

          • Neville

            I flicked through your poems from one end.. to the other from both horizontal and vertical positions...

            • sylviasearcher

              Don't do your back in 🙃

              • Neville

                why not

                • sylviasearcher

                  Because then you will need help to visit the sea

                  • Neville

                    I can almost see it from my study.....

                    • sylviasearcher

                      But almost seeing is not the same?

                      • Neville

                        how very true... even if you know its there and waiting....

                        • sylviasearcher

                          The sea. Yes

                          • Neville

                            amongst other things... and before ya ask, dont... 🙂

                            • sylviasearcher

                              I won't. I promise.



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