Thoughts descend
in neon whites of infinity
to hit the keyboard as an avalanche of words
to leave thumb-prints of ingenuity.
Words become cadaverous,
impotent to birth them.
They leave stillborns
with pale yellow shadows!
An eerie pain numbs my senses.
I suffocate.
O, had I become the unuttered word!
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 6:36 AM UTC
Thoughts descend
in neon whites of infinity
to hit the keyboard as an avalanche of words
to leave thumb-prints of ingenuity.
Words become cadaverous,
impotent to birth them.
They leave stillborns
with pale yellow shadows!
An eerie pain numbs my senses.
I suffocate.
O, had I become the unuttered word!
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