Dead Quiet
January 8, 2020
Inside my little bubble
Never tried a rebuttal
I’m always lost in thinking
Never tinkering my wording
I think something’s passed
So, I never dashed for it
Wrong words
Wrong joke
Wrong time
As off beat as a broken metronome
I will grow old in some time
When will I speak with pride?
Maybe as I die
I understand the death of speechlessness
The death of idea’s sadness
The death of my quiet consciousness
Never spoken aloud
Only dead quiet