Break the Glass And Hear The Music

A buzz annotates the silence

Dressing it up, pitching for understanding

That this cannot mean solitude,

That this silence is not peace but rather

A bedlam in the guise of calm,

A muted war in film.

As the dusk gives way to nightfall,

All pretense congeal into

Suffocation,

That which puts a stopper to thoughts

And resolves to baser instincts,

That of a wounded beast

Succumbing to kind seclusion,

A place to lick its wounds and begin anew.

The night has deepened to morning,

Now, upon my wooden chair,

I sat,

Knowing you won’t disrupt my silence –

Not anymore and thus,

I wept.

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

One Response to Break the Glass And Hear The Music

  1. Jingle says:

    weep for silence?
    very emotional and fun read.

    it is worthy the efforts to hear music, isn’t it?

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