My bloated thoughts

in my withered body


through the turbid emotions




dead and stale

lying motionless

in the stench of the old memories

I sit and sip though time

my haggard face

and the crestfallen soul

carries those

inundated tales of pain

through the thin stale air in the room

carrying the silvery dust

thought that sliver of sunshine

and the Brownian dance

which tangles in my thoughts and

titillate my senses

Till I choke

and purge


on my welting soul

and wait for one more

day of

the silvery moonlight

to heal those


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43 thoughts on “Healing

  1. Painful and haunting. Full of so much sufferring but at the end hope that “the silvery moon will those scars.” It’s almost a plea, not just hope. Wonderfully written.

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  2. Poignant thoughts. Under the sky today, I will read this poem aloud in hope that moonlight will heal my scars as well. This was a gorgeous piece of poetry, emotions portrayed with perfection and imagination that inspires.🌺

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