POETRY
Metaphors About Silence
A harsh disorder within us chimes
The silence is falling slowly amid us And covers the air with its ghostly cloak. My hope to hear your voice will not last. Life’s curve dips down with a sudden stroke And I see nothing in the depths of the mist That flies and hides us in its lost spiral. Your absence grasps me like a fist — My eyes darken in the transparent mirror…
My days become a muted gray tunnel — And at the exit — no semaphore is in sight. Where has the world taken us on its swell, We resemble metaphors of a distant light… In the spiral of the doubled DNA, Are our fates chromosomes in play? Perhaps they’re a river running dry — For drought of love is the axiom of the day…
The silence between us fastly grows — It multiplies in mirrored silhouettes. The echo of the passing hour, so low, Muffles in the smoke of your cigarettes. What spread the mist in the unity of souls — They merged into the loneliness of time. Why does fate mercilessly forge The harsh disorder that within us chimes?
Sometimes we don’t understand how silence comes between us. It is an invisible but often insurmountable wall. It is difficult to take the necessary steps towards each other and remember what connected us. The emptiness is painful and the words are lost… perhaps irretrievably…
Thank you for reading.
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