Word Stories

quiet

Nonstop chatter
Lots of noise
No one else can hear it
That buzzing voice
Animated words
Sucking the life
Out of my life
Rounding up the herd
That consists of my feelings
My choices, my hurts
And my healings
Pushing me
Or maybe pulling me
In the direction of that hole
That lures me
With quiet for sale
Paid with suffering souls
Longing for silence
From that nagging,
That ever nagging troll.
I find myself in a trance
Floating Like a ghost,
A graceful dance
To a collector asking for payment
For this so-called paradise
Until a flicker
Of approaching light
Has broken the spell
Handing over His blood
I have been saved from Hell
Finally, quiet.

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