Saturday, March 22, 2014

A Language



I found a language
Only spoken by me
Words describing the 
Truth of what I see 

The sleeping
The weeping

Must everything have 
Definition in this
Two dimensional 
I have a question
Need an answer
About the hereafter
And what might not be?

No satisfaction 
In the possibility 
Of being 

They sell 
Tears in bottles
Quiet in caves
Satiation for the 
Impotent pain 

I speak of me 
The anxiety
The way I 
Breathe through each 
Rythmic memory
Floating inside
The digital veil

I speak
Authenticity 
Vulnerability

This is
The language me 

v.k poetry 
http://venniekocsis.com 

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