A Screech of Silence
A Screech of Silence
I see a vision slightly blurred
into the darkness while interred
will greet the lightness in my musing
In Vietnam there was no cruising
just a slower trek toward death as time went by
still increases
into a screech of silence
my guitar echoes with a hum
lamenting chords within its thrum
not seeing senses and not hearing
evoking melancholia
the populists amass not caring
without their voices or their ears
into a screech of silence
the images I’m meant to feel
will find a refuge in my dreams
to share my guitar with my drums
and sign my music with a seal
a loud response that it will teem to all
into a screech of silence
Sounds of Silence
Sponsored by John Hamilton
July 28, 2019
Written to the tune of Sounds of Silence
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