Not that I am not thinking
Not that life is passing me by
Not that I don’t want to share
Things that make me smile and cry
But I have come down
With a strange illness
My tired brain is dumb
In a kind of verbal stillness
I think and feel it all,
From excitement to sadness
But I can’t seem to express it
I’ve been struck by wordlessness.
3 comments:
Do you write the poems by yourself, Tikka Masala?
Jaime
www.blog.jaimegaspar.com
Yep! Do you like them?
As a matter of fact, I like them very much.
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