Your mute Soul ;
Vacuous, Expressionless, lays in you.
Numb and Stolid.
I Fathom the Bleakness of your Essence.
But why did you concede without a Fight ?
Why has your fire been Extinguished ?
You seem to be a symbol of shame and Devestation,
maimed, mangled. I miss your Fluttering spirit.
Your wings are clipped
and you unable to fly free remain confined
pain consuming you.
Scream, wail, mourn.
cry and pour out.
Why you remain numb ?
Yet your disability has not spread to
the Object of sight. It inundates the Truth,
the pain, the torment
For I see it pantomimes your soul.
For I see it pantomimes your soul.
with love
Your reflection
Your reflection
Nice blog. Makes mine look superficial well it is superficial.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!! i love the imagery here.. clipped wings n the confinement...
ReplyDeletein ur about me, u said these poems were not written by u.. really??
do check my blogs..
Profound, yet Personal.
ReplyDeleteOnly the ones who suffer a loss can appreciate loss. Each loss is different Gabriel.
I hope with time you will know how to handle the feelings better, I never say time heals, but I think it arms you to handle life better. Loss and Love - always remain constant.
Lovely to get to know you.
Sunny