Thursday, November 11, 2010

the confinement of words p.4

I sit here, juggling words
with hands that don't even work
because of this torrent in my chest
How can I weigh words
I have been made weightless
How can I make sense
when I have been struck senseless
How can I be coherent
when there is so much beauty around me?
Now, all I want is silence...

No comments:

Post a Comment