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,
One-time!
You’re either in or out: locked in or thought out.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

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