Yug's Portfolio

A poem about confusion, stillness, and finding meaning in silence.

The patter of rain was conversing in morse code
I listened to the whisper of unsolved problems in the air

You shuffled outside, was it pressure in disguise?
Words melted into oblivion before I could grasp their meaning

And all that remained was the hollow of lost thought
My mind circled around the same question like a moth around a light

The question, incomprehensible to my mind, captured me
Yet within the stillness, something finally stirred

Within the stillness my brain began to sputter
There came an epiphany in the silence, and words into focus

The words focused through the calm and quiet
But that was soon lost, consumed by pages laid out

The pages laid out became a maze like all was lost
The patter of rain was conversing in morse code