Everybody knows.
They hear in your prayers
silent voices that stop
you, right where you stand,
staring out to sea.
Everybody sees
the scars that bare your soul
in the light of morning
and touch eyes so full
of Sorrow’s darkness.
Everybody knows
the words you softly speak,
eyes closed tightly against
black that caresses
all atrocities.
Everybody sees
your broken body lie
disassembled by your
thoughts, scouring a pit
of mournful anguish.
4 comments:
Oh my god this is deep and dark and I really like it. You know what I am going to say though - it needs a title - a title could add so much to it. Your poetry seems darker than it used to but somehow easier to feel. This is good and I am glad I got you to blog something - can it go on CP too.
I particularly like the repeating first lines everybody knows/sees - it gives the piece an amazing rhythm - maybe needs some more punctuation but not sure. I particularly like the image of a broken body disassembled by thought I can really see how that connects to 'mournful anguish'. I say again - this is good stuff!
I wonder if the sadness is more that everyone doesn't see...but should.
Yes Wine and Words is right - there is sadness here but it works. Not making the reader feel sad but making the reader think about sadness - if that makes any sense.
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