One of Whys
One of Whys
my thoughts that
My tongue wants to utter but have no words
coz the words are numb!
O thoughts! Let my brain at ease cease
You sinister to my sleep don’t take my part away!
Oh words!
Pierce not
like swords
that pinches inside as the needle with no piece
to stich but to weave those thoughts that are slave to my heart and they thwart my thoughts and my words go naive and the slave to my brain and ‘numbness’ prevails.
‘Pen'
