In Silence

Fin Malone

No poetry in silence let’s suffer together

I rode through the day no matter the weather

Familiarity looping backwardly

All the noise, how true can I be?

I feel the cold.

I feel the rivers and the trees

The mountains and deserts, forests and valleys

Something called, deep from within

So I took to the road

Left it all behind

Rewind

An old man sings me a song about love

On a steel post, a worker’s glove

Wild horses gaze, I stop to see

A stranger’s laugh makes me smile.

Shelter from hail after days of hell

Reluctantly I say fare thee well

At sunset, friends share their food and drink

Memories memorialized as you pass in a blink

Through endless Missery hills I have roamed

Through mountain, canyon, desert alone

Catacomb tomb, my mind left me here

My body, broken, trembled in fear

I’ve seen this land for what it really is

People claim to see broken pieces

But I see broken people, we’re all the same

We live our lives framed by fame

With pocketed scars and subsiding dreams

With blood on our face, I can hear the screams

We ride through the day no matter the weather

No poetry in silence let’s suffer together