Senses SpeakA Poem by Curious Catfeel, hear, see, and speak? can you?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? © 2018 Curious CatAuthor's Note
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