Poem -
2:48 am.
The peace of this hour;
The silence of this minute;
The taste of this second;
The haste of this time;
Is where my mind collapses
Into words I cannot speak.
And I bleed into places
I cannot touch.
-U.J
The peace of this hour;
The silence of this minute;
The taste of this second;
The haste of this time;
Is where my mind collapses
Into words I cannot speak.
And I bleed into places
I cannot touch.
-U.J
Comments
And you're not alone either, U.J.
I believe as writers, specifically poets, we ALL wear our hearts on our proverbial sleeves.
To a certain extent.
Take care...
~Dean Kuch
I absolutely do agree with your words.
its where the soul hums in whispers, a melody the mind can't comprehend.
Achingly beautiful🌷
Thankss.
Hey U.J!!...your words are poetically whispered and land in that softly silent recess of the heart and mind!!.....ALL STARS!?... well done girlfriend!!..... smiles.....T xo 👍👍✴😊
Thank you, Tony!
A very profound piece of writing, Umaima. And absolutely beautiful.
Tina x
Thanks, love!