Unheard cries – K. B.

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Unheard cries

 

 

A tear is rolling
Down on the cheek,

Door’s closed,

The moon is high.

Suddenly,

The heart liberates
Itself.

A wave of silence
Pierces
The apeased
Heart

After that the
Abscess
Let the pus
Stream,

 
Replacing
The fluids
By some
Clear waters.

Eyes closed,
She can feel
Again.

She lies
In her bed
Cloaked
With
This new
And soft
Silence,

The sort
Of peace
That comes
Down
From
The heavens
To sooth.

Phone shut.

The night
Is suddenly
Pleasant.

Of course,
Those things
Don’t
Last,

But she
Could sense
The veiled
Moon
And the
Deepest
Secret
Of All
That
Is called
God.

She thanked him,
Before the raging
Machine of the world
Took on,

With a new serenity
Born from a dive
Into the real
Mystery,

O too short
The dip,

As imagination
Fails to make
Sense of what’s
Going on around.

That same night,
She took a pen
And wrote a few
Lines,

The feeling
Of connecting
Was stronger.

Her mind
Could travel
Miles
In thought,

The streets
Were empty.

 

 
K.B.

 

 

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