Not Dead

In the silence I often hear the most important words

They are actually screaming through the pores of quiet

I don’t always need to talk,

My eyes are conversing

If only you looked

I’ve spoken to you a thousand times in my head

Pity you haven’t turned a page and read

I’ve burned on paper

Scribbled over the wounds

Come closer, you’ll smell the fumes

“Show me some emotion”

You’ve forgotten to play our movie in slow motion

I appear handicapped in my coma

Talk to me

Touch me

Let me smell your aroma

I’m wounded

Not dead

I’m here

Not dead