A Voice from the Silent Room (Part 1)

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

The train chugs along,
Like a freshman after his first game of beer pong,
It sings a monotonous song,
Sometimes braking, others shaking; but never really coming to a halt.

The real iron snake has become the thoughts you would once forsake,
For in the absence of a speech to make,
Your reach into the mind is that of one awake,
The kind that over, takes,
The stuff of musings unsaid that are created over single takes,
You’re either in or out: locked in or thought out.


Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s