In the midnight
Like hands of a clock unite.
Yet there is nothing
But a darkness
That extends like a great wall
And there is nothing
But a song of a sad angel
The darkness!
Stealing away the light of the day
As the stars and rhymes wet themselves
Keeping the nostalgia alive
Oh Lord.. My words are mute, dumb!
They're hallucinating
But have no roof
They're hallucinating and they spin
They're hallucinating and scream
Neither with a sea to sail
Nor a land to settle upon
Nor poetry to pronounce
No place to return to
My words are mute, dumb!
Oh Lord
They're oozing from oppression
They're raging and torn
They're bitter, cold and mean
They're aquatic, but with no liquid on my lips
They're pulsating, but with no heart to feel
They're resonant but have neither dusk nor dawn to awaken them
They're runaways with no eyelids to hide
They vanish with no papers to save
They fade out but with no roads to take them away
They're extinguished
Extinguished, convulsed
With no lap My words are dumb!
Deaf
And I am blind
O Lord I hear nothing
So let the echo carry gargling words to horizon
To sky
To the grass
Groaning over my grave
Wonderful poem on words. Nicely drafted really. Nice presentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem and a cry for God's grace. Lasting peace for a languishing heart comes only through prayer. Thank you for sharing.