Words in agony

Quenchless words flap their broken wings

but they fall short every time they try a flight

from the dry, rigid terrain of my brain;

their squeaking beaks pierce holes in my soul

yet their pain remains confined.

Clouds cover my thoughts but it seldom rains.

Instead they languish in travails, I pray they be dead

lying in the deathless embrace of the waiting white sheets.

16 thoughts on “Words in agony

  1. Pingback: Words in agony | Tea Break

  2. Raheel Adnan

    No curse can be ruthless more than an artist being unable to create art. At times, catalyst of change helps recovering from it.

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