Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Shir Poetry: Still... still.

Apart from breathe.
Around me turns a world
I am still.
locked forward
Bound in an empty gaze.
Because my eyes 

while clearly open,
cannot see.
Engulfed inside a sea of sounds once meant for notice
I hear,
not one.
While the touch of flesh against my skin
makes me whole,

and I am numbed.
So still I am
I do not feel that I am not. 

Slowly rising,
Slowly falling.
Fused into the space where I belong-
a perfect fit.
in this place,

like this.

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