Quietude
Silent voices on the outside of my head
inner cries of speechless thoughts tread
speaking not of my neat puzzle mere
it does no harm to maintain that in here
no longer pronouncing idiosyncrasies
they're just a hype never felt by guarantees
I'll heed my disarm in rhythmic chant
quietly through the waves of times pant
waking up gets me disoriented with doubt
I need not nap and slumber when it's a dark drought
receiving compliments I'll agree with gratitude
no matter what torrid sounds develop in brood
harnessing private reasoning into rooted consent
even if subconsciousness is where it stems augment
breaking the boundaries of what I expect of myself
and living a life of rational progress for once as oneself
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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