Falling Through Unseen Cracks
I see the letters of my words descend and disappear
Into blank ancient parchment saved from past life
My hand still writes gripping quill so gently to paper
The tip swirls in familiar circles yet no ink flows
Life blood of my thoughts gone and too late to see
I would speak them but my tongue is caught in a claw
A paw so soft on chin at first I dared to trust it
So goes forgone days of furry feelings and kitten love
If I can think it why oh why can't I write it
This hidden thing holds my imagination in quiet limbo
Expressions leap from my brain only to suffocate into nothingness
What is this hell that burns words with invisible disdain
Now this poet remembers the last poem he wrote as his first
I'll offer one more if you come close and look into my eyes
Hurry fast for when eyelids close it could be my last
Still, you would have read the entire essence of my poetic spirit
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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