there is
silence buried
underneath my
old self,

wanting to shout,
wanting to fill
the space with words,

words that speak
volumes of whereabouts.

hurting lingers
while summer is gone.

hurting clings
at the back of my head.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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