Free verse, Poem

Day 59: Fog

Words lay in the still below
Floating between my lips
And the icy barrier​ of my mind.
Hammering fists of frustration,
To create a crack,
Seeking passage​ into sealed imaginations.
These characters are mine,
In this world of flying impossibilities,
And captured pain and healing.
Yet now all I do is float,
Shrouded​ by fog and mist,
My expressions at the edge
Of my weary sight,
That cannot unlock its own mind.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


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