Silence,
In the mind
Is what he strives for-
Ushering sweet shushings
Destined to fall-
Desperately,
Hopelessly,
On deaf membranes-
Eardrums cluttered
And cloistered
By juggling run rampart-
Amuk.
The color of blood
Seeps down his forhead-
Sweatdrops glistening
Their crimson beauty-
Reminders that his sight
Is still unseen-
Cataracts unsheathed
Beneath Winter's chilling kiss
Of endless doubt and drought.
The frozen beauty captivates,
Encapsulates his mind,
And all his eyes roll back,
And his hands are useless.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Silence,
In the mind
Is what he strives for-
Ushering sweet shushings
Destined to fall-
Desperately,
Hopelessly,
On deaf membranes-
Eardrums cluttered
And cloistered
By juggling run rampart-
Amuk.
The color of blood
Seeps down his forhead-
Sweatdrops glistening
Their crimson beauty-
Reminders that his sight
Is still unseen-
Cataracts unsheathed
Beneath Winter's chilling kiss
Of endless doubt and drought.
The frozen beauty captivates,
Encapsulates his mind,
And all his eyes roll back,
And his hands are useless.
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