In the silence of the night I am no longer me
No longer a man But a collection of woes
I sit, in judgement
In fear
In pain
In silence
That which most take solace in
I cannot have
For all that waits for me
Is my decomposition
I must have life
Loud, brilliant, distracting
Perhaps a little conversation
petty, vain, sultry
Or at least some music
Any kind really
Even just vocals
A bird's song?
Maybe just some noise?
To keep me alert, awake
Or a hum
Please God,
A hum
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Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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