Life in the Eye of the Storm
Rebuliding in the aftermath
If I’d smiled more and spoken less
maybe things would’ve turned out different
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I never could staunch
the acrid flow of tears and
wretched surge of bile
nor anchor myself
during bouts of sunny weather
instead, sleeping in an
unmade bed of sorrows
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I preferred to believe
I’d awake from a dream state
allowing my mind to escape
the scene of devastation
I jumped the gun
came out to rebuild
in the eye of the storm
progress washed away
when the winds returned
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elephants rolling by on balls of circus mice
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I stopped trying to fix
the parts of me that were
never broken
no false visions overtake me
only recollections of a bygone day
invading memories that never go away
Irrespective of time or
how much I pray
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I may be a statistical anomaly
prone to more than my share of
despair and folly
never have I been tried by
anything uncommon
but the same evils of
this scurrilous world
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
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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