The Hunted

 
Casual passersby
Send fear on the prowl
Hunting, scouring
For the meat of anxious hearts

I waver
In the muck
Of daily pleasantries

In the mire
Of placid words
Devoid of any true purpose

Silence is refuge
Aloft, in the folds
Of restless thoughts

Where the winds
Thrive only to sooth
And send away
Every thread of dismay

Rationed Words

His silent simmering 
Was a beacon 
For those adrift 

For those who swayed
Upon the currents of dreams 
For the far-away travelers
Engulfed, by silent peril 

He rationed his words 
Through a labyrinth of verse 
Through the treacherous bends
Of careless chatter 

Inward he dove
Unfazed and quiet  
As the watchful hordes 
Simmered 
In desperate longing

The Unheeded Whisper

 
I carry on
Like an unheeded whisper
Buried alive
By the bustle of conversation

Words gush away
Expunged without a care
As thought withdraws
From each cold lifeless grin

My world
Consigned to haze
Weaves flawlessly
Through this chattering labyrinth

As they all part
Instinctively
Adhering only
To the warmth I emit

They obey only
The shadow I cast
For a passing instant
When irritation befalls