I'm silent.
My words evaporate into the litany that is my faith;
Some mystical recital of outer space,
Do you hear them?
My silence speaks volumes-
Could you read them,
If I offered you my rhythm?
Vibrato of the heathens,
A love song for the hearing that decides my fate.
I'm silent; in my hearing,
I won't be-
Feebly clasping onto what's left to save.
I'm silent-
No words left for my defense or case;
I'm the pilot, but this plane was never mine to save.
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Impermanence: A Hidden Thought
PoetryMy life has been a series of fleeting moments; heightened emotions that made me feel as if I was either on top of the world or under it. If any of my writing speaks to you; then I hope reading it helps you as much as it helped me to write it. Otherw...
