The sky full of fireworks..
And the silence inside.
A second-long laughter just died.
Within those dry lips,
I thousand screams hide
And prowl about
Flitting across the eyes, in and out
Like little sparks of fury…
But I’m already burned out.
I’m already beaten numb
Already swept clean
Pinched dry
Erased
Of all those tiny little joys.
Now all I hear is noise
Of those beautiful fireworks outside,
And the numb silence inside.
4 comments:
You write REALLY well... :) great stuff
Take care and keep writing...........
true.............. matter of concern indeed.
wonderful poem... keep writing.. best of luck to you..
Nicely written. And your posts are mostly poems now a days..:-)
Wonderful, looking forward to see more.. :)
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