it is the quiet, and how it smothers
internal voices, there are no others

its probing tendrils, explore the spaces
between the screaming, ‘fore it debases

in a reminder, through its oppression
he’d be alone if, not for obsession

so in the silence, when hearing echoes
of voices screaming, their final death throes

he curses quiet, and how it smothers
his only comfort, his restless brothers

to stay unlonely, he’ll lead the flurry
of other voices, in righteous fury

and bring an end to, quiet’s aggression
using their chorus, of vocal repression

art: by Antoine Stevens


Published by a.d.matthias

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