My silence is a juxtaposing dream
choked between lips:
a stoic bubble masking spilled sorrows
from pragmatic rationales
Or perhaps such silence
is one that cannot speak
spoken syllables or written grammar
are mere narratives to your life's voyage
Or perhaps, I have blissfully forgotten
and let
waves' crescendo reflect your tales
Author notes
Last poem that accompanies "Words" and "Serial" before I fully launch into Lush Life project.
Please tell me what you think
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You convey utter helplessness, as though words are the only bough that creates a human and renders it a person. The inability of communicate marginalises us; but sometimes there are not enough words in any language to describe these inner monologues. I am finding this Lush Life quite interesting, are you submitting them as a portfolio?
I have reverted back to writing on storywrite, if you are interested, check them out when you have a chance.
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