Thoughts in the Dark
Sierra July
If her eyes were
headlights,
She thought she
could see through the dark.
If her tongue were
paper,
She could rip it
out, no bleeding
If her ears were
both stone,
She’d never hear a
painful word.
If her heart, mind,
were stone,
She’d never have
feeling again.
Poet’s Notes: This poem came about while thinking of
dramas I’d seen on television. Many characters enter dark places in their lives
and, as in the real world, we don’t get to hear their thoughts. This is my
imagining on how some devastated character might feel.
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