I may disappear tomorrow
so today I talk to God,
I press my hands together
and my skin filters wishes.
For years I've listened
to the silent cries of pain.
Now my words taste
the solace of sound.
This is not my native tongue,
my mouth shape-shifts
speaks a foreign language
for the first time.
My fingertips shine,
mother of pearl glow-sticks
flicker amongst the shadows.
Today, darkness is a breathe away.
Comments
awsamy | August 4, 2011 - 13:30
awwwwwwwwwwww im glad your ahppy again :D none the less a good poem love the imagery especially the glow stick line yeah rave :) x
MistakenMagic | August 4, 2011 - 16:59
"I may disappear tomorrow
so today I talk to God,"
- brilliant opening lines, Beeme. Love the imagery throughout and you end on a haunting, strong note.
Magic xxx
Highhat | August 5, 2011 - 01:57
"For years I've listened
to the silent cries of pain.
Now my words taste
the solace of sound."
I could really relate to these lines. A brilliant llittle poem Beeme
;)Pia