These are not words
I'd rather have anyone read
Apart from the people who don't know me
But know my poetry.
These are not words
But droplets of tears
That couldn't stand the burning in my head
And decided to jump to their death.
These are not words
But the ugly tear stains
Splattered on this piece of parchment
Like blood stains at a crime scene.
These are not words
But the proclamation of pain
That has no reason, no cause
And is as endless as the ocean.
These are not words
But the voice of my soul screaming
And writhing in pain inside this vacuum
Hoping to be heard but not really.
These are not words, not really
This is just me
Falling apart in alphabet
Bit by bit.
YOU ARE READING
The Soul's Voice
PoesiThe soul wishes It vies for a world of Love, devoid of hatred, knowing full well that the wish may not come true. It wishes because it's the only thing it knows how to. And a soul's wish, a soul's voice Carries more power than the wor...
