Charl JF Cilliers
Words - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
With so many sounds,
so many words, I covered the wounds,
but grief, longing would always permeate,
oozing out with each heartbeat.
I diligently dressed
the wounds over and over again
till I thought grief, longing were growing less,
that soon the pain would finally be gone
only to find some truth that was perhaps real:
that words were the wounds
I had always been trying to heal.
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