I am in a room filled with language,
My life is in another room
Identical
Depopulated by the world,
The verbiage overflowing,
One day it is love,
The next, a draft of storms.
Sorrows,
The million year old emotions.
Poems come and go
As I decay in the syllables,
Enormous verses,
The horizon breaks down,
Lights lightened,
The sky gathers at my window,
I get more and more secluded,
And the words petrify in my eyes....
The spectre of the unwritten.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
I am in a room filled with language,
My life is in another room
Identical
Depopulated by the world,
The verbiage overflowing,
One day it is love,
The next, a draft of storms.
Sorrows,
The million year old emotions.
Poems come and go
As I decay in the syllables,
Enormous verses,
The horizon breaks down,
Lights lightened,
The sky gathers at my window,
I get more and more secluded,
And the words petrify in my eyes....
The spectre of the unwritten.
