It seems I can't express
feelings through my voice.
There is always something
on my tongue,
heavyweight when my lips exhale.
You look stunning,
your eyes glow like stars,
and my heart aches
when I think of your touch.
A constellation of your atoms,
every single one,
have you fallen from the sky?
There is a void left behind
it grows when no one is around.
I replay the things I could say
but in the end, I say none,
in my poems they all are.
YOU ARE READING
A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
