Senses Speak

Senses Speak

A Poem by Curious Cat
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feel, hear, see, and speak? can you?

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Can you feel it?

It’s my pain. I can feel it.

So much that I think it sprays around me,

Like a lava that will not be contained.

So much that I think it radiates from me,

Like the heat from the sun that had me flamed.

 

You can’t?

 

Oh perhaps, I was wrong.

Maybe I’m a dormant volcano,

Which won’t explode for so long.

Maybe I’m the darkest of all dark that I know.

Which absorbs the sun’s hottest heat.

Indeed, you can’t feel it.

Oh, how I wish that is wrong.

 

Can you hear it?

It’s the cry inside me. I can hear it.

Sometimes it’s so loud and it’s deafening,

Like a gunfire beside my head without a suppressor.

Sometimes it’s so silent and it’s deafening,

Like floating in the deep void forevermore.

 

You can’t?

 

Damn it, perhaps, I was wrong.

Maybe the war is just in my head,

And I’ll be used to it after not that long.

Maybe I’m yet to realize that I’m already dead,

And my senses is actually numbed and beat.

You don’t want to hear it?

Oh, how I pray that is wrong.

 

Can you see it?

It’s my tears. I can see it.

So much that it rains around me all the time,

Like a storm set to submerge and drown everyone.

So much that it flows to form a new rushing river.

Like an incoming flood after destroying the dam.

 

You can’t.

 

Yeah, I know I was wrong

It rains inside me all the time,

And it drowns my heart for so long.

It flows everywhere without any form,

And there’s no dam for it to destroy.

Please try to see it.

I don’t know how to fix what’s wrong.

 

Can you speak it?

It’s my story. I can’t speak it.

© 2018 Curious Cat


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(Jeff) I once went to a landfill once. It was awful. This poem reminds me of that landfill

Posted 5 Years Ago


Curious Cat

5 Years Ago

That might be true, but my previous reply would disprove that hate reply to hate, no? Though i agre.. read more
The Immortal  Phoenix

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(jeff)Think dising is fun? you bet ya. so Im the maggot .that must make you the f****t.
Curious Cat

5 Years Ago

Dissing? fun? with me? none. against you? a ton. 'cause its like pissing on a can. and your just kis.. read more

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Added on September 23, 2018
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