deranged silence
deranged
in the absolute sense
no redundancy there
just truth
wounded walls
feel your wrath, silent
moments merely the eye
of the hurricane, senseless
accusations the norm
I crave normalcy
imagine the silence
of your absence
Note: some people
This poem is my response to Misky’s Twiglet #228: deranged silence.
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Hmmm … politically one someone comes instantly to mind …
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lol .. Hadn’t thought of that, but yes!
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That’s because we’ve been marinating in this madness for so long it’s seeping into our poetry.. undetected😄
Pat
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lol
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Yup! Mine too.
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No greater silence than absence, eh? Unless, of course, one has an overcrowded mind that NEEDS a noisy distraction.
Fine work, Bro.
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True, although some distractions I could do without.
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Powerful words, Ken.
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Thank you., Robbie.
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I had the same thought as Jazz. 🙂
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After the last four years, that’s understandable.
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Yes. (K)
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Unfortunately, at times.
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