Sixth Unspoken Poem by Natasha Hochar

Your flame has burnt out a long time ago
but your light still travels a distance left empty and cold.
Fading away you hold on to a rope of past times
and sceneries where you once thought you'd shone
and you swing back and forth and back and fall
into nothingness.

Mountains of sand stacked up by the wind
left in your heart to murder your will
fly away for a time that's final and still
your beam is faint and your luster dimmed.

A five sided figure diminished to one;
a sixth unspoken mystery; fingers let loose of
the rope you cling on to, no grip can defy gravity.
And colors disappear where you once thought you'd shone
till beauty swallows up itself in the dark where you lurk
somewhere between the non-existent.