When Language Exhausts Itself
When Language Exhausts Itself
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I almost completed a poem
Then my phone ate it for supper
Leaving only fragments
It was about war
And the innocence of childhood
It was about love
And the loss of what is good
It was about climbing peaks
And there being no escape
It was about community
And being alone
Like a dream it is gone
But it was also a prayer
For a better world
So many suffering
I want to open my heart
I want to shut down
I want to reach out
I want to isolate
I call out in prayer
But only hear my own voice
I am always waiting
For the next strike
There are no answers
Why must I fight
I love those who hurt me
But I fear losing that love
Words fail me
Language fails me
I disappear into the silent spaces
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David Arndt 2018
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