This Silly Little Drama

The
air is fake
from the rotating
plastic and

I
stumble with
my old self
in this solitude.

The
house is quiet
but I can hear
my loud

thoughts
loitering inside
my head like
rattled mess.

The
hour is thick
with emotions
but I can

manage
to stop
this silly
little drama.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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