Closing Stages: Silenced Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

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The rumpus sounded like warfare –
You are a bedlam set to obstruct my peace,
My lull trellises that you have reduced to ashes,
With the violence of your mere fever – you are a wildfire
And that is why I love you, I love I,
For in these troubled times, oh, cinematic sunshine
For in these anguished times, oh, tell-tale enigma,
I still love you, my truant muse,
Though you are far away,
And the only thing that I know of – not too plenty and sagacious,
Is that I drink you, like a cocktail of nostalgia,
And I consume you, like an eloquent banquet,
I gyrate around you, for you are a satellite – a celestial body,
But then you never notice, for you are a cold planet,
A monotonous symphony,
A blanched asphalt,
A deadened sense,
A deaf brigade,
And I could go on with a blatant list of your wrongs
And cover the blemishes with your perfection,
I talk about you though you are not with me,
And I love you, though you are in a furlough
Never to return again, and the pangs of my heart intensify
And so I have learned the lessons of silence and foolishness,
I am unspoken, I am a disturbing soundless billow,
And from there, a muted world of a maudlin,
I will love you- in silence,
Until the glasses of reticence are fragmented,
To give life, and everything in between.