Saying a lot with as little as possible.

Trois Petit Mots

Poor dark thoughts
Pen held loosely
As tomorrow's clouds.
Hurts to write
Must be said
Keeping hurt inside
Makes one dead.
Breath held in
As verses flow
You say 'gift'
I say nothing.
Crying inky tears
Fighting with words
Smiling with synonyms
Mourning over metaphors
Thinking of tomorrow
Behind low lids
Pen stops moving
Heart beats slower
Sleep comes reluctantly
Three little words
On one page
Say it all.

Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 16:55

Tags Experiment  Sadness  Expression 

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Trois petits mots très belles! :)