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How can you feel life so still, and time moving each second,
When everything is a chaos?
As if it is the chaos draining you
into the abyss of absence and silence,
and drowing you deeper,
just an inch at a time.
As if it's the noise silencing each unsaid word
till you choke upon your own screams.
As if you are entwined in a vine
as the grips of love and warmth loosen each day
an inch at a time.
As if you loose your touch with the present and the future
An inch at a time.
As if someone's once fond memories are nearing the exit of your heart,
An inch at a time.
As if you are pulled into the dark, An inch at a time
till the light becomes an inch away.
As if the air is poison
entering you drop by drop
till your heart's midas touch learms to turn it into an elixir.
As if the trust walks away from the once trustworthy,
each day, an inch at a time.
And the lies are cutting you,
an inch at a time,
till the wounds start healing before the blood spills.
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Cottage Chronicles
ПоезіяLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
