your voice in my head

i’ve nothing to hold onto
but your voice in my head
releasing me from the
silence darkness often
sweeps me under at night…

these dusty feelings
relegated to debris
outside my door where
your voice knocks with
the persistence of winds

the urgency and desperation
of hands against prison bars
and rib cages vehemently
shaking this heart already
surrendered from love, at once

revived from a heavy fist,
enough to strike a blow to make
a world swoon. only then,
and only then, at last,
will our universe collide


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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