I'll listen for a while
but soon I'll start writing
the air absorbs my words
whispered ink, floating, swirling
a thousand voices silently churning
a brilliant light that clouds the senses
drowning in heady daydreams
and forgotten thoughts.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' I'll say politely.
What joy can be felt today? Frozen yet
In feigned sensibility, I ask myself...
Victor Nizovtsev, Reflections
It was true love felt, never true love given
“Accept how you feel but don’t let feelings rule you. You are in control. You are not their slave.”
— Unknown
There are roses in your cheeks
and violets in your eyes --
all devotion to the setting skies
I ache for the world and I run away from it
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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