Luh

xii.

Within the four corners
silence defeans in solitude
as my head in dissidence
wallows with unwanted behest.
In desperation to shun
the warring effervescent
I escape with the rhythm
even past the insurmountable.
In days fueled with rage and grief
the rhythm seems to speak
for what cannot be said
and all that lies beneath.
Hear the music as it fills
awaiting the cathartic release
even as tears run down the cheek
brought forth is the newfound peace.
Be it merely for a few
the raging throbs are calmest
upon the voices soft as whisper
tucking me soundly to sleep.

-2/9/22.