The sharpening spurs my frenzied mockery of jollity
The faster I step, the quicker my pain escapes
Billowing like fog hovering over the coast of the sea
Every boiling note, a searing indictment
Not one seems to display the spark of insight
Lurching forward into the scummy, undulating sea
I chaotically gyrate and flail as I sing
Wailing my anger, my anguish, and my anxiety
Allowing the truth to ring out
A siren against the crashing waves
As I disappear into the hurricane of
Remorse and guilt shed in indignant fear
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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