Loss For Words - Poem by Cheri Michelle
What was once bottled up
is now emerging.
The cork exposed,
above the surface.
Getting closer to shore
slowly becoming promulgated.
The letter within,
the furtive evasiveness within,
the fissure in which the cork fit so perfectly inside
now ripped apart,
torn up inside
and never to be recapped.
Plummeting down deeper
into the restless, rushing waves,
the lost words never to be induced again.
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