Of a mind that wanders to that to which it belongs

3 thoughts on “Of a mind that wanders to that to which it belongs”

  1. (comment for the above post)

    Inspiration

    I crave a voice
    With a sprinkle of fluted noise
    Because I bear death everyday
    From this life to another
    Because life has delivered an infant
    who grives, cries, and rants
    This death advanced a life
    A life when voice speaks
    Through living crevices and creeks
    Speech breeds confusion
    Yet, speech addresses a way
    shows the light of day
    Like an infant in labour
    It breaks the walls of a silent womb.
    Old defences fail,
    As the new wears out its shell
    Because I felt horror over me creep
    When death comes to me
    As a fleeting sleep
    Satisfied and shattered,
    Fulfilled and destroyed,
    Half the night, I waste in sighs
    The other half in dreams, I sorrow
    Yet, I crave a voice
    Beyond these earthly noise
    As Men are words spoken
    And Women silences – kept

    take care 🙂

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