Nothing Breathes Failure

like the absence of words

Photo by Stormseeker on Unsplash

Its a curse,
blocked synapses
callus in grief

alignment twisted
spirit connection
buried beneath

taunt me like you do
a few words
and ..

nothing
a spasm of
momentary delight
pace and rhythm
out of sight

my hands beg me to type
but the keyboard has
criticizing eyes
that do speak my name

there are stars in this sky
but not a twinkle in me

come find me
hidden beneath the sea
i am waiting,
(head in the sand)
for the words to
bring me afloat.

Wild Flower (Jess Banks) is an Australian-based writer. Recently returning from a very long break. A lover of coffee, chocolate, and sun. Peeling layers of herself and openly writing about her faults and triumphs.