Crowded Room

The wretched racket of quiet
has entered this room
dancing mockingly at my gloom
I laugh back

for I am in love with solitude
little had they knew, I relish and catch-up
on conversations I started with myself
by clear water lagoons

they had forgotten
I passed many a moon
Still the dancers, erect ears
set on doom

I tap on their shoulders
for a spin about my room
laughing playfully
they thought they could

grate my ears with
their crackling croon
of quiet performances
bowing down at my gloom.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by davide ragusa on Unsplash

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