And if I were a word, you are stuck with,
You let thy soul be bared and unguarded.
Slipped from your wandering mind,
into an unwilling echo of the silence.
I slip and fall into the sound and voices,
brimming with noise, all heard but deafened.
But you will hear it when the last grain of sand
merges with the fallen mountain.
I will be let out, as an obnoxious memory.
From the deepest disunited splinter of your soul,
through the labyrinth of your wandering mind.
#SundayScribbling #378
Curiously as I read this I hoped that any memory of me with those I had met in my life would not be lost, especially if I held them dear even for just one moment of time.
ReplyDeleteThank you oldegg, That was the essence of the word.
DeleteEntrenched deeply
ReplyDeleteThank you Vandana.
DeleteI've read and reread this. The word that comes to mind is angry. Are you angry?
ReplyDeleteIt didn't reeked of 'Disappointment'?
DeleteAt first I read this from a writer’s standpoint, a word, blocked, hope, for it will be let out, obnoxious is fine if that’s what’s meant to be… Until I read the comments and I see. But no matter how it’s taken, it’s plain lovely : )
ReplyDeleteThank you Zan
DeleteThis is something different from you.. Glad the blog is back!!
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