Quiet reflection can turn so loud,
Thoughts arise in the head,
For so long not allowed,
Buried deep these mines,
Only by accident found,
Detonated by silence,
Synaptic shockwaves pound,
Resonating electric explosions,
Unseen civil war in the mind,
Home is their only front,
Don't seek and thou shall find.
From ambush battle wages,
Cerebral singes blacken inside,
Only attrition can bring peace,
Back into recesses they hide.
Powerful. The rhythm is well matched with the subject matter... That disturbance and silent pounding of the brain that comes with it and attrition to be bringing peace... I could feel your words.
ReplyDeleteVery well-written.
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Thank you.
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