They hang silently
on your clenched lips.
A diver anxiously
prepares to plunge
Into an abyssal pool
of accumulated uncertainties
motivated by
countless misconceptions of the truth.
One transparent
miscalculation prefaces the downfall--
The end of a
hopeless affair.
Torturing your
tongue they explore your mouth
Looking for
cavernous spaces to fill and rest.
But the most quiet
thoughts find a place on the very tip.
Breaching your mouth
they'll drip down your chin.
A faucet plopping
for a time too long to fathom.
No one will shut it
off.
Clinging to anxiety
you blunderingly try to hold back
Once locked up
secrets from the recesses of your mind.
But they don't stop
pouring.
A steady stream of
water flows
Only to circle round
and gurgle in the drain of despair.
You plug the hole and let the words stand and settle.
Empty caverns and
starving wonder cause you to look up.
Without a façade you
stand unguarded before bright eyes.
One breath is a
million miles traveled there and back,
And a wink of
weighted, tired eyes
Dare you to keep
them closed forever.
The response is a
frigid blast of wind.
***I'm curious to know how you interpret this. It seems unfinished, and that is purposeful. Please leave a comment on the link or the blog. I am anxious to hear your thoughts! Thank you
It makes me think of when you have something you need to say to someone but you don't want to. Or something you want to say that you can't or shouldn't. It could even be looking back, on something you said that you wish you hadn't. It's a beautiful poem :)
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