Silence
Teach me,how to romanticize this
bleak emptiness,a sense of futility
And not being able to understand the
most important statement of desolation.
Then I will surely write a
thousand lines of invasion.
A poem is a certainty of people with a void
In that sense,I am connected
to myself.
For my poetry is poetry in reverse
“Y-R-T-E-O-P”
Yet there is a bleak precariousness
within me
Like the girl who locked
herself in a diary
And left thehouse
To fall in love with a bridge
For she was a burden to herself.
Reaching that quiet place is
laborious and hellish.
It gets more enigmatic
When you recollect all things
You cannot evade
Nevertheless,you are not looking
at a garden
But a cemetery
Filled with memorials
Having elegies you cannot decipher
And you would sit with that
Vanity forever more.
https://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/1152649/Silence
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