Empty Motion
Choked by the silk of time
my words died, voice
petrified by the emerging emptiness
escaped into arms of silence.
Stalked by my own opinions
emotions escalated into rebellious bunch
of nonsense, odd enough to be abandoned
by reason, innocent enough to be destroyed
by beloved.
There is this empty motion
in the chests of each living man
that pushes us onto being, all against
us.
poem by Amer Jag
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