Sunday, 28 April 2019

COLD SILENCE


I’ve silenced this heart
so that these veins
won’t feel
the vain circuit of illusions
brain devices
brane confusions
and depths of true emotions
to debts of  love

I’ve muted these desires
tamed this tongue
quenched these fires
with tyres,
that won’t tire
on this pilgrimage of squires
to retire
to this mountain
of chained footprints
from  love

And still,
dumb hums
to vibrations
which dare penetrate
these inner drums
when blind roaming eyes
sweat release
to still spirit pains
though, this
skin be  numb


Copyright©2019 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

The Throb of  Silence

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