subtext

Each moment bears in its fragility

the omnipresent weight of all my wounds,

as if they were only feathers adrift

after a sole shotgun blast silences

the crisp air in a sudden gasp of fear.

Desire for silence propels me to gloom,

for few will tolerate such dark despair.

They wander off embarrassed to intrude

further than any wish to be allowed,

leaving me far from any distant crowd.

Solitude allows the mind to wander

away from life’s niggling inconsequence

and the dark voice’s articulate doubts;

allows the rage and fear to fall away,

leaving love like light to a new day’s dawn.