At a Loss of Words

Geneva, Switzerland
My Little Geneva

I walked the seas and swam the deserts searching for words. I have nothing left to say.

Collapsing against my skin; waves turn into droughts that spill into my mind like water used to grow roses once dead. Droughts I cannot comprehend.

Leaving my soul wishing for a love heavy on its shoulders: a love that stains my sheets with shreds of memories running down my cheeks. Stains I cannot fathom.

The slightest touch throws me into a pool of agony and desire.

Looking for a savior in the space above me; “have I gotten familiar with the faded sky or has it gotten accustomed to me?” Stars I cannot grasp, even with my weight resting on my toes.

I call out to a name without a face. Hello, god. Where are you? You’re hiding behind your throne, watching your children die, aren’t you? A god I cannot follow.

Into this wilderness, behind me lays a child with yellow heels and a white dress on. She’s happy. Deeper down the woods, I lose my sense of sense. I want to be happy too. A nature I cannot untangle.

Thoughts are woven into my nerves, running through my tongue to shock you with its silence. “The best of you is just a part of the worst of me.” I cannot say I love you. I cannot risk losing.

I’m giving meaning to words that don’t belong together to tell stories stolen from my dreams. Dreams too big to be held in paper.

 

Love, Alyazya


36 thoughts on “At a Loss of Words

  1. Oh my! Thank you so much for this fantastic post! I really loved this! So many beautiful and masterful words that touched my heart! You have left seeds of inspiration all through this piece! I have one of your seeds in this piece that has already blossomed into a poem from me. Thank you so much for this spark of inspiration!! Your line – stories stolen from my dreams turned into my “Memories Gone Rogue”! I am so indebted to you!!!
    Chuck

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