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Tag: Verse

Quiet Moment

A quiet moment within the summer night. The sound of cicadas breaking the silence. Crickets are playing hymns of forgotten songs. I remember the stories my mother used to tell. […]

Cabin Fever

Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.

Placid

A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.

Measured

I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.