The night falls again
again my heart flutters
again the lip trembles
not a word it utters.
My insides are flooded with an unnamed emotion. A part of me craves for acknowledgment, begs me to allow it to breathe and exist, pleads me to save it from the darkness it's banished to. There are no takers for its humble servings. There is no place for vulnerable innocence in this world. It belongs to a different world. A world for me alone.
The tear is sweet
the heart stole all the salt
and gave it to its wounds
lest the pain should halt
7 comments:
This is absolutely beautiful...
Lady..keep pouring it once in a while.....
I think..deep down..I can understand that 'unnamed emotion'.
Cheers!!
Sooo beautifulll :)))
This is true...I think deep down the dark lows have a magnetic pull for all of us...but we need to fight it...and not feed the wounds our tears.
Sometimes such poetical beauty is enough solace for the writer in a very strange sort of way........
=)
[kunnu]
Thanks.
Try to pour, but it's dangerous. :)
[chakoli]
:-)
[prude]
Strong pull, of what I like to call the small black hole within all of us, sucking life in.
Fight, yep, we fight till we live. What else cd we do :)
[aditi]
True, to be able to write of it is to give it some kind of an acknowledgment, something satisfying at least to some extent. IT doesnt get any better for the forces within.
[realistic me]
:)
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