This Barren Tongue

June 6, 2016 § 2 Comments

Freedom was a taste on my lips

before gunpowder dreams

entangled with every crevice of my tongue.

 

Now, my eyelids heavy with nightmares

watch ahead to the dawn of the day,

the approach of a seashore bay

and my tongue feels heavy

with a language foreign,

with a future unknown.

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photo credit: Sailing to the north via photopin (license)

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