silence and the rainfall
sounds heard tonight
silent approach
to thoughts unknown
old pen new thoughts
try desperately to flow
smooth something’s blocking
the flow stop in the action
something’s in the way
silence all that surrounds
at night darkness takes
overhead a blanket
smudged words
on the page
not quite as remembered
silence much different
everything feels fine
it’s where he began
and will end all over again
who could’ve predicted
this outcome silence
and a night called Friday
still no weekends
anymore for the American worker
stuck behind one day off
and a ridiculous hourly wage
silence will never equal
the riches other will attain
in material riches can’t buy
happiness more stress never rest
to keep silence from attacking
him where he sits
on the porch…
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