There Are No Longer Words

There are no longer words.
I have grown ancient listening.
I have grown a maze of wrinkles,
                                                     waiting.
If my eyes seem dull,
Remember they have forgotten you,
                                                          searching.
Forgotten life,
Seeking memories.

I sit, and watch the hunting.
Come and join me,
                              sit a while.
Grow cobwebs in good company.
There are only feelings now.
Mute, blind, only waiting.
Close your eyes,
               and stay a while with me.
I have grown senseless,
Aching.
 

love's tempestunrequited love

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 12th Apr 2021 22:29

Thank you for your comment Stephen 🌷

It turned out there would be many more words after all,
but at the time...

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐


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Stephen Gospage

Mon 12th Apr 2021 17:31

Fine poem, Aviva. There must still be words.

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