Wordless

Wordless

 

Axing a debile line

I smash into silence

Steel strain

Pervasive pale light of the void

Nothing stirs for moments….

 

In the keen  glare of the mind

Thoughts lull, touches turn away

 

Words, back peddling  through my hand

Seep back inside and are quite

The paper fizzles with things unwritten

The hand is frozen in the convoluted space

And the pen , just a needle with a broken tip

 

It’s the zenith of a wordless nadir

It’s the grey of impressions and images

It isn’t a block, it’s the deadlock

The  wicked embrace of featureless jolt