I wait
breath held
for something
anything
but nothing comes.
I cannot handle
the silence;
it eats away at my lungs
Words refuse
to find purchase
constantly met with
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...
...
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...
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...............................dead air.
7 comments:
even dead air
has something to say
may inspiration
find you
pen in hand
Oh those words can be so elusive! Hope they find life...
hey you...how have you been? it was good to see you tonight...
That quiet is so cumbersome... I read a dictionary when I'm stuck...
Oh, that silence can be deafening sometimes. I truly hear you in regard to this poem.....that dead air can definitely stifle a person.
Know that too well...and then, all of a sudden the desert blooms.
it shall come.
smiles.
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