gr@ffiti

No one is talking
‘within the sound of silence’.
Walking each street, waking
in my bed. Undisturbed.
We attempt to balance mood
or mindset within all we have
known; silence or its sound,
easily owned. Where are you?
Where have we been?
Where now? I can’t hear as we
stumble through this darkness?
What else do you see? Are we
drawn to light as often as need
be, or shield ourselves within
the sound of silence?
Only the lyrics speak to me.
Hello darkness.

12/22/2020                                                     j.g.l.

Graffiti,

now, like poetry, it means

what you want it to mean.

You might not notice.

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