DRONE #poetry by jay

The drone of night rings in the throats 
of cicadas, singing the day to sleep,
causes my tinnitus to kick in

calm as it may be it disturbs every nerve
in my inner ear, breaking the silence 
I wanted to murder earlier in the day—
dusk, night, 
threatening me
to end this pause of bereavement. 

I witness the sun 
escaping a break in clouds of gray—
rain, wind, soaking my thoughts 
of this ‘figuring’, tinkering,
congealing my feelings of loneliness from the 

shrinking of humanity, from the vacuous longings 
for conversations—
connections to what I once knew. 

I drone on like cicadas
in ritualistic humming, unwinding
the tape of all the information that 
led me here, now wondering—
how to feel alive, erasing, meditating 

as the dark creeps in and around
and beneath my feet.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Benoit Gauzere on Unsplash

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