Dis-still

July 11, 2017 by Usha Pisharody 4 Comments

Still waters run deep.

You’ve got to be so, you know.

Else they might cotton on

To the utter turmoil within.

You grope for a soul’s solace

In the depth of your being

Thoughts lost in a murky whirlpool

Far far below.

 

So you attempt to tackle it

One emotion, one person, one moment at a time.

Never realizing, ever,

Or perhaps, a moment too late,

The silence at the surface, has quite sunken

And shielded all that you need.

 

Shielded, muted, buried…

All that you needed

To be you again.

 

And however you may scream

Flail, Urge, Cry….

Simply speak….

 

You shall never be heard.

 

11 July, 2017