The air is thick with silence
The emptiness deafens
My mouth gasps open
but echoes nothingness
I have reached the edge
The sky is red
I am deaf-mute
This is my lament
I am the forgotten song
on a bridge called
Loneliness
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
Sonya, your poems just keep getting better. The ones posted over the last few days are quite simply brilliant. Nomad
Powerful imagery.Inspired metaphors. I agree with Alison. This is superb poetry.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra
The paradoxes you share mirror the canvass that inspired them. Your red sky is particularly brilliant. Superb poetry. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read somewhere that a volcanic eruption (Krakatoa?) was the reason for the colorful sky. Lovely poem. I have one on this subject as well, 'the scream, explained'. -chuck