I own no words
none that can absorb
these tiny
bitter pixels
that scatter
as i exhale
I'm too weak
to command
the needed presence
of comforting words
here, in this
solemn
lonely room.
I've no words
to speak of the song
of my painful heart-
so
tonight,
this is my poem:
these drops
of sparkling tears
flowing
from my weary eyes.
sad to hear of your sadness
ReplyDeletebut
selfishly
i am glad
that you found time
to write a poem with your tears
cheers :)
sleep dear luann
ReplyDeletedraw the curtains shut
let the darkness absorb
those pixels
so the mind can create
a new design tomorrow
I feel the weight of these words and the air that receives them so that you feel lighter tonight.
thank you floots, mermaid. your words offer me priceless comfort.
ReplyDeletelike I wrote sometime back "in each sadness echoes every sadness"...
ReplyDeleteyou have painted it nicely Luanne...