silent denial
.
Right now I would need words
more than my next breath.
But they refuse to come.
They are trembling on my lips,
like the tears of your memory
What if I let them free?
Will you fleet along with them?
Will the images of you fade,
like black tint on lutescent pages.
Can I risk loosing any more of you...
Can my heart take
the ache of speaking
about you?
.
Words have always been
my haven.
But now they are a storm,
raging inside my chest.
And I can't spill them,
because they would
make this nightmare true.
They'd be its written proof
and I am not ready to mourn
you.
YOU ARE READING
A HINT OF BLACK
PoetryMy second Collection of Poems. This one is pretty personal and those poems helped me coping with some things. Hope you like it!
