The Poems You Write Poem by Anisha Nyambe

You give in to the darkness of the world
while I trap myself in the dark void called my mind.
The metronome is still monotonous
but its repeated sound is somehow
boring me into a sense of calmness.

Like your prisoner behind bars, I shiver.
You write every word with so much care.
The depth of your shallow poems

Scares me.

Each comma you add represents a continuation;
Each full stop is a dead end.

The laughter you trapped in your poems
is of a loudness only the silenced can hear.

The solemnity of each stanza made me shed a few tears
and the coldness from your emotions cut through my skin
thus breaking the invisible glass
that inevitably separates me from the world.

And the words that bled your anger
now bleed my pain.

Still, the silence that brought you to me
grows like a cancer never to be cured.

And my keen eyes watch you write on.

The simplicity of the words that appear from the tip of your pencil
they add meaning to the meaningless.

Despite my shivers, I still watch you.
And the words that bleed your anger
once bled my pain.

Each full stop is a continuation of the end
and each comma is the end of what could've been.

You give in to the darkness of your thoughts:
their power is enough to anger the seas of noble sailors.

Each salty tear you shed
brings me a step closer to painful reality.

The words that form at the tip of tip of your pencil
are scarier than the thoughts that natured them.

The depth of your shallow poems

Scares me.

Yet still, my keen eyes watch you write on.

The metronome is still monotonous
but its repeated sound is somehow boring me
into a sense if calmness.