my mind can't form the words
that need to be heard
the end feels so close
and the silence is deafening
my eyes only see four walls and a clock
I am forgotten fruit that rots
the unknown consumes me
what will be the end to this tragedy
Copyright @ Aqua Flower
12/2019
Such a heartfelt write. Such thought comes when one feels low. It will be over. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
Yes, I'm on the verge of eternal now hence called a long-drawn silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The unknown consumes me.... very sad