Ellipsis
Let us hide among the cobwebbed ruins,Let us coddle each other in the catacombs,Collect relics from the derelict structures,Conjure feelings in tormented contemplation,Of a friendship left cold and hard and haggard.
Permit I weather this like a hermit in wilderness,A wandering wildebeest, weary pilgrim to the middle east,In a life I cant navigate I write passages I cant negotiate,Words I cant relate, in a foreign world, my language failsTo encapsulate the ethereal feeling of loss, and loss prevails.
Faces fade into blank pages in a picture book.The writing on our walls wont be there tomorrow.Time to untangle these twisted time-lines.Distance to divide and delete attachments.Space to plug these temporal portals.
I cant rock the paper my words cut the wrong dimensions.Deceitful letters lie paralyzed on creased sheets like origami birds.I’m tongue tied a little blind stumbling over jots and tittles.Laid bare in parallel lines the shrouded meaning unwinds.The numbness of missing something is all that binds.
What is it you meant to say while dumbfounded.WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT. What does it convey.When will these stresses fall into the right rhythm.Is memory hieroglyphic or holographic for meTo pen cryptic poems of a loss I can't comprehend?
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Ellipsis
Let us hide among the cobwebbed ruins,
Let us coddle each other in the catacombs,
Collect relics from the derelict structures,
Conjure feelings in tormented contemplation,
Of a friendship left cold and hard and haggard.
Permit I weather this like a hermit in wilderness,
A wandering wildebeest, weary pilgrim to the middle east,
In a life I cant navigate I write passages I cant negotiate,
Words I cant relate, in a foreign world, my language fails
To encapsulate the ethereal feeling of loss, and loss prevails.
Faces fade into blank pages in a picture book.
The writing on our walls wont be there tomorrow.
Time to untangle these twisted time-lines.
Distance to divide and delete attachments.
Space to plug these temporal portals.
I cant rock the paper my words cut the wrong dimensions.
Deceitful letters lie paralyzed on creased sheets like origami birds.
I’m tongue tied a little blind stumbling over jots and tittles.
Laid bare in parallel lines the shrouded meaning unwinds.
The numbness of missing something is all that binds.
What is it you meant to say while dumbfounded.
WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT. What does it convey.
When will these stresses fall into the right rhythm.
Is memory hieroglyphic or holographic for me
To pen cryptic poems of a loss I can't comprehend?