The silence screams,
The tears bleed.
The wounds become raw once again.
The stillness,
Whispers in my ears.
Reminds me what I’ve lost.
I rejoice in this quiet,
It makes me feel numb.
My mind speaks to me,
Reminds me the things I deny.
All my life,
I waited for the storm to pass;
Longed for the calm to embrace me.
I swallow the storm.
I breathe the fire.
Not even for a second do I hesitate.
I pray to feel numb.
As I lie here today,
My mind, peaceful.
My mind, motionless.
I dwell in the numbness,
That I seeked for so long.
Minimalism in architecture is heard but in poetry... I admire this work for such classic simplicity is very difficult to achieve...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
numbness.... a shield divine