My head's still;
A voice calling me out
pushes me in thrill.
Scribble, Scribble is what I do...
The loudest voice SILENCE
echoed by you.

Thoughts beleaguer me,
my finger moves with it's own genre
the pen slides with good manner,
unshakles silence
grumbling from that corner.

I hear silence
that nags me in confidence,
inspires me to wreck the fence.
I cannot, by my own will
but by you, in silence.




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