Amongst the freshness of silence my thoughts are brightly amplified. scaring my mind with tracks of syllables and vowels. Which manipulated in the write sequence needed, fit precisely together to map out plays of events long since discarded into the void of a fragile matrix. Extracting long harboured and self restrained emotions of repressed doubt and fear. Splattering my continence with tall tell signs, of a carefully painted self portrait of hurt and anger, on display amongst a facade of revolving galleries, in motion apon Mr. and Mrs. Patter. Stripping away and abandoning so carefully the cradled and protected inihibitions. Leaving behind a colourful residue building up a foundation of falsely represented pride.
By Desi E.Sherman
Copyright © David Sherman | Year Posted 2019