Oblivious Words
I feel wild desire
within a fingertip's touch;
Swaying gently out of grasp
like majesty in the distance consuming your desperate mind.
I see the hope
lurking amongst my own shadows;
Watching as a bright light
journeys through the unforgettable cloth
to shine on your precious skin.
I hear the twisted melodies;
Truth covered in veil
as lies conquer in the same likeness.
And so my tired ears throw trust
down the throats of those whom speak.
I smell the ink that rises from these pages,
in my wounded effort to heal.
But I taste the knots of forgotten love
dancing at the tip of my tongue,
so I picked up a pen
and wrote the words I could not say.
Copyright © Zach Broniszewski | Year Posted 2014
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