There is an overbearing silence -
I cannot hear it,
But it waits, patient, beneath me.
A deafening void
despairing above me,
stuttering
beneath my ribs.
And all I can feel
are flutters
hanging over me.
Quiet arrhythmia
A deepening worry,
lingers in the hush,
as a soft thump
pierces through thought.
O quiet arrhythmia....
Dreams unravel,
fading like echoes,
as a dissonant song
drowns me,
into the wake of everything.
O quiet arrhythmia.
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Author:
Gino (
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Comments1
Disconcerting in the literal sense but even more so in a metaphoric sense. Well written it breaths with heaviness and shortness of breath. There is a feeling of something hanging over head about to fall. A wonderful write
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