Stinging Silence

That song overplayed on the radio

Calls out to the silent void

It’s unclear whether anyone is there

Or if the message was received.

And if I keep sending messages

Does the volume by itself offend?

I don’t know what to do or how to act

I’m flying blind while I’m trying to mend.

Life is complex bordering insane,

And things aren’t really going our way,

But I’m still here staying faithfully,

And I’m not going anywhere.


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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