thoughts a festering wound
gathering and multiplying waves
racing from the depths
oblivious
I gaze
through
the crowd.
passing faces all blank outlines
penciled shades quivering
ghostly hums curling my ears
pain
twist
and
i hear.
smashing the misty trance
a distance toll of a temple bell
taps on my glassy clamour.
all
empties
flashing
silence.
© Malintha Perera 2014