The Silent Echo
I can’t silence the echo of your voice in my head.
It’s spellbinding me, whispering words never said.
Deep in the caves where I go to rest.
Where I sleepwalk at night, trying to find a bed.
You haunt my dreams, binding my arms to your chest.
By the rope buried with hidden treasures in the crest.
Sun beams are breaking through the cracks in the stone.
But I can’t figure out where they are coming from.
The Source
All the hurt between us, I can’t break through.
Whispers of a song that silenced long ago.
I reach for you, but you pull away.
Words caught in my throat, too hard to say.
I wish I’d find a way across the forest dark.
Cut down bushes of torn and reach for your heart.
But I can’t stop the bleeding, I don’t know the source.
We are caught in a maze, my hand tracing yours.
The Untold Story
You are the story I’ve been meaning to write.
But no matter how I try, I can’t get the words out.
They are floating out on the page before me.
Forming voices and shapes I have never seen.
Dancing in silence in dark pirouettes.
When I close my eyes, they are there yet again.
Filling blank pages with untold lands.
Whispering sentences I can’t understand.
Letters evaporating in the sand.
Jonna Kihlman is a Swedish poet whose poetry centers around love, grief, the magical and the mythical. She is currently working on her first poetry collection and has previously been published in Prosetrics Magazine, The Thicket Magazine, The Letters Home Collection and the Petrichor Gazette.
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