Down, In The Hiding

Down, in the hiding.
Self is not going somewhere.
Silence can change everything.

But missing someone,
but missing something,
but missing what is uncertain.

Down, in the hiding.
World is inside, locked
and misunderstood.

But turning to nonchalance,
but turning to indifference,
but turning to what most hated.

Underneath the space
where not everyone can
recognize but the solitude.

Standing too far.
Keeping self apart from the rest.
There is an impending danger.

But strange is strange,
but complicated is complicated,
but no one wants to know further.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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