The sounds of whispers
echo endlessly in the
mind of the ******
unintelligible words
commingled with
toxic silence,
the mind
hovering over the void,
suspended by a
single breath held in
nervous anxiety,
awaiting the nudge of
fates hand
-the exhale-
and then,
the slow fall.
Thus is
taken the will from the life;
thus the seedling
tears it's own roots from the
soil - leaving itself to
wilt on the asphalt-
it’s leaves turned down
hiding their faces
from the sun
they once adored;
the sun they now
reject for setting too often.
©Nathan A. Brock
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
The sounds of whispers
echo endlessly in the
mind of the ******
unintelligible words
commingled with
toxic silence,
the mind
hovering over the void,
suspended by a
single breath held in
nervous anxiety,
awaiting the nudge of
fates hand
-the exhale-
and then,
the slow fall.
Thus is
taken the will from the life;
thus the seedling
tears it's own roots from the
soil - leaving itself to
wilt on the asphalt-
it’s leaves turned down
hiding their faces
from the sun
they once adored;
the sun they now
reject for setting too often.
©Nathan A. Brock
Repost from 2018. Edited and reformatted.
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