Ululation
I can feel myself slipping.
I'm about to let go, and there's
nothing I can do to save myself.
Losing grip quickly. I'm stuck,
yet falling at the same time.
How do I escape?
That's the problem.
There is no escape,
no way to keep it in.
My grasp is weakening.
Just a few moments more,
and then...
I don't know:
what I'll do, what will
happen, what I'll become.
I simply can't answer.
Holding my breath for
as long as I can.
I've forgotten how to
speak. Words simply
won't come to me.
It's all there, though.
All ready to burst,
to break free.
And I can't hold it
back anymore. I
have to let it out.
I release a sound
never heard before
by any human ears.
It is the wail of
utmost agony,
excruciating pain.
It is the cry of
anguish, of
dread and despair.
It is the proclamation
of a passion so deep,
true, strong, pure.
It is the shout of
determination,
perseverance to no end.
It is the pronouncement of
a love so real, yet
incomprehensible as well.
It is an ululation.
I sob as it rings through
the once-silent night.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PuisiThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
