Brailled

by Sunshine   May 16, 2020


Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight,
I have been blinded ever since.
Lost cognition of languages
and stopped talking for years.
I knitted my love for you in silence,
it's in silence that I still do.
I can never split those lips apart,
I can never raise my fragile tongue,
my jaw fixed to my vocal cords,
my voice tied to the lines of my ribs.
All of my emotions are brailled,
all of my poems remain poked.
Yet as you pass your fingers by
I ache joy, I bleed the words...

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  • 3 years ago

    by Violet Raven

    I love the heavy metaphors within this piece.
    The very first line is the most important here especially with the word windows. I believe what you were going for there is that eyes are windows to the soul. And in the next two line you use short sighted and blinded which both enhance the first line.

    I believe there is another hidden message here as well. I also think you were going for that you were also tongue tied. Perhaps even forced into silence by this person and never really able to speak the words unless you wrote them. Almost like poetry has become your new voice or your voice altogether.

    The story here is well written because it never strays from the emotion you were trying to convay as a whole. There is sadness through out and as the reader i clung to every word because i felt everything you said. I saw no mistake at all. Thanks for sharing

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