i sought affection from your words.
you – you needed kind words spoken...
Your name still picks holes
between my ribs...
The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...
Slowly, silently and steadily I walk.
No sound assaults my ears, no necessity to talk...
Don't let anyone
Remove that spark of inspiration...
thoughtfully
slowly I grow up...
Colors.........
Are just shadows of the eye...
Blind fold in place
Hearing aid on my bed side table...
A silence so deafening
It echos all around...
When loved ones suffer
there is nothing you can do...
Freedom is like writing sonnets
without having restrains...
I'm sitting on my bed tonight,
studiously pressing orange play-dough...