IT WAS A SILENT NIGHT
My thoughts are a rumble.
Like blankets I can feel the silence.
I try to get answers from the darkness.
Staring at the walls, I think I can see
Answers: unreadable, blur?
No, I see Kansas the city
I see fear or was it pity?
I think I see sorrow, sadness
I see gentility & in it madness.
I see riches, I see poverty
I see wretchedness, i see people acquiring property.
The kind-hearted or are they?
The wise, the convalescent.
People, I see fools. Good and bad, dyads.
With my thoughts swerving like eddies.
I listen to hear the silent night.
Writing by my elder brother
YOU ARE READING
The Land of Limbo (COMPLETED).
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry written in protest to the silence I carry in the real world. My Lala Land. Here on I can be myself, marking out the battlefield in ink. For fellow comrades, who also carry protest of silence in the real world, feel fr...
