- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Lost Languages
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A phone number
I can’t call,
unfriendly strangers have it now.
A voice I can’t hear,
another friend gone.
The end was sudden,
contact gone in a breath,
no matter what I have to say
I have no way to say it.
Drifting in the wordless Void,
wondering, hoping,
caring even though
my thoughts are sucked
into nothingness,
without answer,
my voice calling
without vocal chords.
As I reach the edges of the Void
where single words, broken thoughts trail
into the darkness to grasp,
gently pulling them
hungry to know,
calling in lost languages
my heart still knows,
hasn’t used for ages.
Languages I spoke daily
to one and another,
filling the days and nights,
weaving a web of wonder.
Cut, lost, abandoned, drifting away.
I grasp at the trails
of lost languages
before I drift into the
wordless Void,
wanting to know what tore apart the webs.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoLike yesterday's piece, "Shelving"
This has got so much to offer;
Someone's died and you can't speak to them anymore or
A language has died out and a piece of mankind with it;
Read this and savor the possibilities.
