I want to comfort the world

I want to comfort the world,  but the world does not accept me.  It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,  who can then comfort you...

Friday, December 20, 2024

‘'

 Wounded throat

forces the birth

of a vocal-less songbird,

a silenced tweet;

a drowned-out sniffle,

a puncture harmony,

a bleeding sonnet.

A writer writes

with an inkless pen,

words failed to be

seen or heard & the

world’s grown dark & silent

- ‘Till the next Genesis’

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