A writer lives
in a world of silence
sometimes welcome calm
other times deafening torment
the heart may beat
words falling into place
like good little soldiers
or it may stutter and stammer
at a loss to find rhythm
or any sense
wretched cycles
from morning’s light
to midnight darkness
absent sounds of a soul
searching for a breath of life
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©MidwestFantasy
November 2018
Ph-Nubar Alexanian
