the weary in my voice continues
to permeate,
even after the lips are still.
i surrender, wilfully,
from these endless questions
and deficient explanations.
i let thoughts approach,
medicine men in need of a patient,
and allow them to purge the words
that have failed me thus far.
soon fatigue fades and
i am left with stillness.
i am told, that this muteness,
if i listen hard enough,
are the remedies for my dispirited mind.
no, this isn't a very good place to be. there are many chambers of complete silence within me now, and none the kind that bring any peace of mind. i dont understand myself, and i sure as hell dont think you do either. i guess its just one of those nights, again.
