Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled
under a forgotten bridge, with a stream
nearby and high, so high in thoughts
that whispers could not interfere
with tears that traveled tween words,
Up and down punctuation.
I swallowed a rock that day
and left, then took a right
and so on- Drifted east and
even further on-
I'm still here with
poems in hand, like a rag doll waiting
So I delete the truth
and live in silent,
as a cat purrs
in my lap
This for some reason breaks my heart. And you left me with so many thoughts. You left me thinking of all the emotions I entrusted my poems with. The things I’ve written and forgot. Also it left me wondering what your forgotten title are? What if that made you delete the poems? How intense are those emotions that silence you.
Very powerful write <3
Thank you Ladies, this poem had more to it, and it was intense. I deleted a good portion of it and shaped it into this, my sadness is a bit overwhelming and I felt less was best, which is the reason for the title.