trace

The world drowned 

my voice with its clamor

and it became worthless,

so I cut my tongue 

with the nib of my pen

and let the blood dripped

on a piece of paper in 

beautiful calligraphy.

Red, vivid and clear.

And for a thousand years

I have let my voice rest.

Reviews

[alterego]

This is so nice, so beautiful.... sometimes, being silent, for eternity is what a true poet feels....

Thank you for spreading your ink, if it's red or black, it's you, and beautiful.

- Elisa

[alterego]

Thank you Elisa...

[Neon]

Nice poem.. but am not sure what you wanted to express ... but may i ask .. do you speak?

[alterego]

It is alright. I do not speak. Thank you for reading.

[Neon]

:'( Am So sorry my dear, alterego... am sorry to hear. Don't feel alone friend, God's always with you and God's very voice.

[alterego]

Don't be, at least I have my pen to tell my story. And God.

[Neon]

Your a pure soul, how kind you are... I can't believe that such kinda beautiful and good humans still living in the world. Your very nice.

Yes, your 100% right. You've a pen to tell your story, your ways to people and spreading colors into the world... God made you and he'll show you a right and a bright path to move on always ..

May God Always Bless You.
May God Fill Your Every Wish You Make.

[alterego]

Thank you greatly.

[Sami Khalil]

"Red, vivid and clear.

And for a thousand years

I have let my voice rest."

I like this poem. It was wonderful...:)..................

[alterego]

Thank you, I'm glad you think so.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)..................

[The Seasonal Girl]

oh my my.. a writer's plight and fight with thoughts and words, wanting to leave its impression that never fade with time.. It's one of the best poem I have come across!

[alterego]

Thank you for your time.