Silent corner
This my silent corner in the company of empty chairs praying cradled by dedication and music for the soul this love hears distorted thinking,this quiet time holds me close it keeps me speaking no words leaving me hard and anxious, engaging disconnection and then it leaves.fading disappears sermon waits singing rehearses seats stay
seated and people wander.this
solitude my friend knows me not
yet talks to me with opened ears
impatient and loving it crowds my
upset blackens the light, guitar wails a dying moan accompanied by
a heart string lost in beat and
rhythm runs,voices heard are no
longer vocally able telling stories of
backward scripture where grammar
continues aimlessly on pointless
lines broken and I am drowning in
the thick of solitary melting.lord forgive for I know what I do and when you change the record make
it clear on both sides.
