I shiver with rage as I awake
It is never-ending, I can always feel the quakes
I may be distracted, project an air of calm
That is a carefully crafted facade
There is never a moment I’m not roiling in torment
Attempting to hold back all the hidden rounds, unspent
There is a sort of humming, always running in my head
The anxiety that builds is vicious and explosive
I shake it out for a brief quiet moment
Yet as soon as the world begins its movement
The humming increases its volume in an instant
Pitching me right back into my maiming entrancement
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Very powerful writing you can feel the struggle in the words