Noise Poem by Cyclopseven R

Susurration of thoughts
Whispers indistinctly
In vague I stare at eternity.

Each fusillade
Unto time stream
Feeding the wilderness in my heart
Building strong roots.

The commodious space
No more there within the mind,
For me to roam and play.

Sesquipedalian cheers
I receive from all corners
I remain void.

I sit wondering
Whether to absquatulate
Without or within
When Suddenly
A crepuscular ray
Grinned at me,

Sign of hope.


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