The Words are drowsy and asleep.


Words at play

I remain
in perpetual agony
if i don't
walk across
through this
open door
but remain
anchored to the walls.

The restlessness is unquantifiable,
which inhabits me
when after having
a long look out the window
i don't take out time
to play with my friends-
the words- who i need to
call out each time
to join me.
Such is the dire state
of affairs, when the
thoughts have arrived
and feelings are in swell
but with the words, it seems
i need to be patient.



Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-12-19 at 20:33

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