Never Ending

A Poem

By K.B. Silver Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

I shiver with rage as I awake

It is never-ending, I can always feel the quakes

I may be distracted, project an air of calm

That is a carefully crafted facade

There is never a moment I’m not roiling in torment

Attempting to hold back all the hidden rounds, unspent

There is a sort of humming, always running in my head

The anxiety that builds is vicious and explosive

I shake it out for a brief quiet moment

Yet as soon as the world begins its movement

The humming increases its volume in an instant

Pitching me right back into my maiming entrancement

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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