i drown in a sea of voices
with relentless currents pulling and pushing;
pushing and pulling
as if to rip apart
my heartbeat
from the very thread of my soul.
i lay dead in a clearing filled with roses
which thorns prick deeply
into my bones
as the stars whisper, blink -
and watch.
i close my eyes in a deafening silence
that only murmur
contradictions
of my only way out -
to elsewhere,
yes, no,
yes, no.
"No."
YOU ARE READING
berceuse
Poetry❝ the lullabies in me are coming from your symphony. ❞ [image on the cover belongs to the artist]
