A Far Cry

your foulmouthed shout weaves angry waves bashes my ear drums pierced I wail in vain as the echo gets closer staccato crescendo climax refrain can’t shut you out cannot withhold silence won’t come until the final note that fails to abate our melody out of tune sweet memories wane why so cruel I dare to object and stall in anxious mourning beaten I tap on my scull hardcore discordance dis-phonic noise pollution where harmony morphed into orchestral acrimony until I dust off the harp restring my guitar triangular chords block coda and pain reclaim my own music mute your assault scream as loud as you want eat your words digest my freedom croak as you wish while I breathe fresh love 15th April 2021 Contest This or That Volume two A far Cry Sponsor Edward Ibeh