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creative writing, fiction, grief, poem, Poetry, sadness, silence, spilled ink, spilled thoughts, spilled words, thoughts, words, writeitout, Writing
The impossible,
Improbable.
For me to remain silent.
Words gush out,
Circle my mind.
Frantic,
Clawing.
So much I want to say.
It spills through my head
Conversations we are not having,
I choke as my throat constricts,
Can’t see
My eyes fill.
And the words
Tumble into the void
Of your cold,
Cold silence.
© Juliette Turrell
pvcann said:
Perfectly captured, the tension, the need, wonderful
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Juliette Turrell said:
Thanks, sometimes with grief and sadness, less is more.
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pvcann said:
Yes, I would agree
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Fiery said:
I know this need. Aching yet fuels a fire
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Juliette Turrell said:
Pain is never wasted on a poet.
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Fiery said:
Never 🏹
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Grey Scotsman said:
Well written Juliette 👏.
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