screams from within.
Voiceless ghosts
tsunamis, ever
increasing, ever
approaching storms
the brackish overflow;
leaking faucets
inner plumbing spent.
It’s THE REVEAL of
truth of spirit, heart
and soul; ’tis the
observing – ’tis of
abject misery:
’tis a helpless rage
of sufferance….silence
yet inner beating of
fists the bloody rage
consuming within.
It’s the ebb and flow,
the monotone of
once passionate
tangos of life –
’twas clearly seen.
Monitor of life now
silent be. ‘Tis the
dreaded flatline
’tis the sympathetic
REVEAL – ’tis the
final resting seeked.
©️PSA1/11/21.
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