There is a world that I wish to live in,
It is quiet in the inside of old thoughts that I think,
A universe paved with stillness in the very deep of my being,
As I gather my understanding of the inner workings of my soul,
And know finally the heart of how I feel,
In the quietness of a world that is ideal,
The words I’m about to say in spite of all my doings,
to deny it and stamp it wholly dead,
The quell I refused to admit,
purely out of deepest agonised dread,
that it can’t be wholly unsaid,
It adamantly bubbles up,
in the very centre,
of my stubborn, heartfelt,
and fruitless denial,
I am hopelessly lost,
horrified in the semblance,
of my utmost certainty,
The deafening quietude,
that you have been,
my inmost silence,
the depth of my reflections,
That realisation and knowledge,
has made my eternity stand still,
Everything stops and collides,
becomes absolutely nil,
You, are the quietness,
in my world that is ideal,
The restless eye in the hurricane,
the deadly lull before the storm,
the peace in the midst of war,
the one dream unfulfilled,
The only dream that ever stays
Still.
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Love it. What a coincidence that my ongoing solo exhibition is titled “Still” too.
I resonate with this beautiful poem, very much.
Love it.
I this carol; once my better half said( when we were not married yet) its sad to be alone n lonely when u r among the crowd…..
This is opposite
Actually different soul interprate it dufferently….