Desolations

The silence that hasn’t spilled from fingers pricked
Hesitant over lettered buttons
Waiting…

Words squished between the nothings
Forced into hiding
Yearning…

A trickle of a drop within a hint
Bashed with the skull
Smoldering…

Raging ash flaring unending upwards
Fluttering amongst the openings
Flowing…

Quiet falls all around the bareness witnessed
Flames frozen in dances of a trance
Stillness…

And then it hits you head on
The entrapping bittersweet
Echoing…

Accepting the emptiness of a barren sky
The nothingness from within
Pondering…

Words most useless now come forth to be used
Not long to be hidden
Begging…

The world has changed it’s views to see
Forced upon the differences
Resolutions…

The mind once full of lively amazement
Enormous fields of thoughts
Desolate…

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