On the corner of her mouth rests a comma and on
the other lies a period. To annunciate a string of words
is impossible, for her lips are not lines on loose leaf paper.
Her heart, a chimney for smoke filled emotions, but there
is no escape; suffocation finds it's way upon her chest.
Paint her a sunset and she'll stand as the backdrop, a
poetic silhouette, narrating life with every inch of her shadow.
Not this time.
Expression is not an act she can rely upon; muzzled by her
deepest thoughts, they have no way of release. Her jaw,
desperate to communicate with the core of her being,
with her inner most desires.
How can there be excessive ink loss when she murders her
poetry, but she displays silence when she finds her savior?
As if she's not even human.
As if she's not even living.
There is no easy way how to express our deepest thoughts or emotions. Even writing it down on paper seems difficult at times.
You have done a great job letting go of emotions
3 years ago
by Tara Kay
Wow Chels. I dont have words to express how this poem made me feel. It was deep, dark yet incredibly poetic and the emotions were just well expressed. I loved the imagery it portrayed, very intense and strong.
Wish I could find the words to explain...
Love you hun. xx