How do I tell the sea,
that I'm drowning... in a dry-land?
How do I tell the fire,
that I'm burning... deep inside?
How do I tell the wind,
that I'm blown... by hope's light-thread?
How do I tell the sun,
that its light, fails... to find me, shrouded?
How do I tell the moon,
that its glow, only... deepens, my shadow?
How do I tell the earth,
that I'm alive—yet in silence... buried?
How do I tell the time,
that it's running—yet... I'm stilled?
How do I tell myself,
that I'm here—yet to me... unseen?
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Beautiful poem. Life's intrigues, mind's conflicts and heart's pauses captured in a few living, scalding questions. Real poetry. Loved it. Top score & Myfav