Poem -

Inaudible Sounds

although I know I am
at least, an equal part of it ..

the silence here,
is quite simply killing me ..

from somewhere deep
within my core ..

I feel like some 
kind of wild rotten apple ..

with it scratching
and gnawing at my insides ..

kind of like an earworm,
doing the rounds ..

trying to break free
from some invisible loop ..

yet somehow,
failing magnificently ..

I don’t even know
why I bother to mention it ..

after all, it’s nothing but
a series of inaudible sounds ..

 

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Bernadete van d...

It’s not that inaudible, because I hear you. And I say you found your muse. Trust me, you just did. 

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Neville

I couldn't have done it without you .. well maybe I could, but hey :) 

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Marion

You know when I read this I could utterly relate...I don't know what I relate to exactly
Just something in the tone of utter defeat I think. 'I don't even know why I bother'...
why do we Nev? sometimes I don't know either. But with regards to this work...
I an glad that you did x

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Neville

A lovely review note Marion .. I often find myself asking my self the very same question .. Many huge thank you's my friend .. x

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Raechel Rae

"although I know I am
at least, an equal part of it ..

the silence here,

is quite simply killing me .."  final words to what I have been feeling but not saying all day !!! 🖤🖤🖤

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Neville

How very kind of you Raechel and an honour you should not only visit but also comment .. thank you kindly and true .. Neville 🖤🖤🖤

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