The Brisk Current of Silence

 

They merely shrug
At the ongoing display
The widely strewn heartache
That writhes each passing night

Scores stream away
Wrung dry by the throes of verse
The careless meandering
Of my torn and ragged voice

I let turmoil screech
Through the spirals of my throat
Unleash them, hopefully
To a brisk current of silence

Where friends face away
Driven by their own faithful mantra
Where kin go quietly
Careful not to stir me awake

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