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Death of Words
Words crowd my head
Tangling themselves
Just behind my teeth
Which bite them in half.
They die on my lips.
All my good intentions
Lie in ruins, wrecked,
Let me sink into the depths,
Let me slumber until
The end of time's beginning.
I long for numbing cold,
I tire of feeling,
Of feeling anything at all.
You put in words magnificently
the truth of feelings of a writer... Nice
©bishu
I really like your style of
I really like your style of writing. I have been reading a few of your poems and they are brilliant and have their own bite. Consider me a new fan Of yours.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Very nice poem, a very
Very nice poem, a very depressing dreamscape.
My Alter/Ego=Sigma
My Better Side=Aigma
My Terrible Side=Myself
A Long Sleep
until "...the end of time's beginning..." Regret and intentions are hell's paving stones. Sad moment - well written ~allets~