To My Walls and Words
This is how it ends.
Without a drop of blood, I cannot write,
Without clouding my fears, I cannot write,
Without choking my voice, I cannot write,
Without my dancing fingers, I cannot write,
Without you hurting me, I cannot write.
Familiar walls, where are you?
Late night muffled banter
And a mind full of flies
Buzzing a new thought, disturbing my calm
I would explode,
Without a taste on my lips,
Or outlandish skin entangling me.
Waiting like a chorus of a favourite song
Smeared with memories that never happened
My homeless thoughts are haywire…
What is it that will bring me to love?
Something more than a confounded ocean,
A hapless night sky,
The fog of wilderness,
Or a crazy butterfly?
What is it that will bring me to love
Someone?
Again.
Familiar walls, I remember you with all of my heart,
Don’t be weak, don’t let me break you for that someone,
Words woven together will never be forgotten,
But they will be.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2017
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