Longing

Like a jigsaw puzzle,
the pieces of my life
are deranged,
hard to combine
into a picture,
with an empty slot;
the size of a heart.

Let me share yours,
as it fits the void,
but none of others.

Lest I’ll vainly shuffle
the shards of a faceless life.

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The State Of Poemlessness

Like a poison rushing
through the veins,
positioning the brain
to cut off the links of life,
this state of poemlessness
intruded my mind,
and blocked the passage
of thoughts into pen.

The pen is waiting while
the hem of the paper is spread
begging for words, increasing
my desperation for intoxication.

The heart needs to intervene
to clear the scene in the brain
for the freedom of pen
and paper from a death of hunger.