No words

Staring into my soul fighting this world’s chaos
Hearing it’s sights like the heaviest thuds
Staring into my mind, tired to comprehend
All the questions and answers mixed-matched
Staring into my heart, in all it’s broken pieces stitched all over again
Fatigued of sharing its pain, when its words are being banned
She, the heart, talks instead in hundreds of tears
Making a compromise into a poem to leave behind some painful memories…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no words, just tears....
a cheek written on like graffiti on a Bronx wall...
the stitches coming lose...
the marker drying up...
the soul bleeding.

[Ioana Mihai]

Thank you for the empathetic review, it is about exactly that… the soul speaks with no words when words are futile