Unrest

 

It crashes in like rampant waves

of a sea frozen and dead

It pounds my ears and shrieks and wails

like mute, scraping fingernails

The void of silence, it confounds

for it is so loud-

Sometimes I wonder if solitude

was the best choice after all.

 

from google images

 

 

 

 

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About meenavid

Pensive thinker. Jumping bean. Loud thoughts. Loudmouth. Extreme. Ordinary. Twenty and something but what the heck, still a kid. Make a happy mess everywhere- or not. Indecisive. You see? Sigh.

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