Broken words

by void.   Aug 25, 2005


I put pen to paper,
But realize my hand
Has no direction-
It wanders, lost,
Across this page.
Left to its own ways,
It knows not what to do.

Its master is out,
Prowling about;
Savagely hunting
Innocent words,
Searching for the
Verses, the vowels,
For the syllabic equivalent
Of the weeping, screaming, tearing
That it cannot express.

So the master comes back-
Can I call it "home"?-
To guide its servant.
My blind sould dictates
To my unseeing body;
The laments pour slopily
Out-
The sweet, smooth, liquidity of sadness
Has coagulated into useless,
Broken words.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Rachel Foster

    Amazing fabulous poem, the vocabulary u use is great I wishi cud write sumfin as amazing as this xx