Nothing more to say
The boisterous conversations in my head
have debilitated me.
Enough of grappling with the purpose of us.
I wallow in the dark, depleted of thought.
Bankrupt for words.
Time to embrace solitude.
And in the stillness the splendours within me
begin to dance again.
(Already this poem is 44 words too long).
Raj Ferds
Thu 12th Jan 2017 18:35
Thank you. That's all I can say.