I do not know
this swelling
like lament or rain
collapsing inwards
from skin to soul
filled with the
silent noise of loneliness
grown to gaping
like the open mouth
of death calling
There are days
without light
but never nights
without day
I am only an echo
hushed like a tree
with leaves that wont
tremble without
the warm touch
of a soft hand
[...] ‘I Do Not Know This Swelling’ was published at The Glass Coin here. [...]