The Cron: Periodical Notifier

Friday, April 07, 2006

Voice of Solitude

Don't know it's voice or a sigh
Don't know miseries sound this high
Don't see a reason why...
Solitude silently cry.

A jingle jostling through silent screams,
surviving through congested globules of memories,
surviving through melancholic air clogging the throats.
Reminiscense melt down the ears,
melencholy creeping all physical gears.
Since the moment you're unaudible,
me, longing for even hears.

Treacherous voices betray ears.
All pleasantries impersonate fears.
Ambivalence of noise and voices
making eyes splashing tears.

- Cron



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