Chasm

Puente

DiAmaya Dawn
Feb 12, 2019 · 1 min read

Stop staring at the furniture around us, for this house
is as empty as the coldest of voids. Do not listen to our
raised voices, for our talks are hollow — no matter how
loud you scream, I cannot hear a word you say. My love,
do not threaten me with intentions of stealing more light,
for the blind man does not fear the dark. But if you
ought to watch a thing, and if you must hear a sound,

~Watch me balancing on eternity’s pentagram~

Hear the sounds my feet produce as I step on the blue I seek
in my darkest of days, read my words in this poem and stay
still as they form the steps of an infinite ladder that leads us
to the truth, when arms are wrapped around bare bodies but
the souls feel naked the most. And then, reminisce how my
thoughts have always been bright, and when my voice echoes
children’s laughter, my one, please forget I existed at all.

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DiAmaya Dawn

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Reader, writer, editor, poet, dancer, music addict. Japanophile, pluviophile and attracted by darkness. Part normal, part Greek. www.diamayadawn.com

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