Feb 2020
Silent eyes
Words unspoken
Verses written
Apologies given
Losing voice
Minds refraining
Old moon’s waning
A soul’s new painting
Verbal life
Lines on run
Vocal chords sung
And a world undone
In our poetry it’s hidden
The questions we are asking
And answers I’ve never won
Words unspoken
Verses written
Apologies given
Losing voice
Minds refraining
Old moon’s waning
A soul’s new painting
Verbal life
Lines on run
Vocal chords sung
And a world undone
In our poetry it’s hidden
The questions we are asking
And answers I’ve never won
Meant to be a poem about how I pose some questions in my poetry and that these questions are ones I fear to vocalize. I might’ve missed my target, who knows besides all of you folks.
