Just a few days ago,
there was a swarm of bees inside my head,
drowning me of all the possible things
I could say to you;
but right now I stood in front of you
speechless,
the bees abandoning me
and leaving behind
an empty room,
even I can't bring myself
to flood with words.
YOU ARE READING
Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-
