Sunday, June 12, 2016

Quiet Words

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-06-11T23_19_23-07_00

Nothing to say
Cannot find the words
They escaped like Houdini

And I have nothing to express
Because when I speak
The clutter turns to frozen ice

We began as strangers
And quickly became friends
Your sentence structure fascinates me

Nowhere left to run
The words fall from my mouth like
Clowns rushing from a burning elevator

And I have nothing left to prove
Not even to myself
The claustrophobia comforts me like dying

Charles Cicirella
6/9/2016

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