I cannot speak 

My latest poem. Thank you Andy Willoughby for the revision 
The problem is that I cannot speak

Even though I am tossed over seas

Like any old branch ending up on an unknown beach…

Neglected sticks

I am sure that the dearest people 

Are living now their biggest fears

While I try to speak

While I try to collect my scattered sharp portions

But I cut my palm

The blood gushes

Then the sorrow leaks

I keep gathering myself and go

vanishing or to the gusty peaks!


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