Deva De Silva

Alive, Mute - Poem by Deva De Silva

A scurrying ant trace my nose
A gust of air stroke my belly
Sand covered lips colorless
Feet lay together unmoving
Cold and eternally grey

Riverbank I sprawl on
Form ripples abound me
Sun glows. Sky yawns. Clouds stroll
A new dawn awakens
With me. Without me.

Once I was a deafening roar
A crow haggling over scrap
Tensed. Abrupt. Failing to relate
A lone wolf in combat
Greed. Corruption.

Hidden under a colorless mask
A rock collecting idle moss
I lay dead. Alive. Mute
Unearthed. Vague. I lie.

Waters I never swam
Peaks I never soared
Seas I failed to cross
Souls I never touched

When did I forget to live?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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