24 October 2012

There is so much poetry

running through my veins

screaming for attention

exclaiming,

write me

write me

write me down!

And so I write

I write

I write them down

but still silence envelops me like a blanket wrapped around a newborn child

or the arms of a lover as he embraces the other

I try and still don’t succeed

I cannot grasp the words as if they were a feather to wish upon yet relentlessly blown away by the wind

or dust particles being caught in between chopsticks

I have nothing left to say

I cannot

I cannot write down

the poetry running through my veins

AseelThe Poet • Opuss № I