Wednesday, June 8, 2022

139/365 - Bantam

 


The room is quiet
but the questions are loud
the answers so obvious
they don't make a sound
Still I feel the need
to fill the void
words spoken aloud
to plug the holes
the consequences of
being alone
But there is one query
who's reply is unfound
If I've named my tattoo
am I really talking to no one?

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