A Poem a Day (114): Cobwebs

Written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo website – head over there to write, read and comment every weekend...

Cobwebs

Dust and sound,

And sound disintegrating

Into dust,

Buried, hidden;

Only a silent scream,

Extinguished,

Voices starved of

Oxygen. Dumb,

Silenced, suffocated,

The words stolen,

Reiterated anew to

Spiral out of context,

Trodden and stamped

Upon. All these forbidden

Days watered down,

Streaming, where

Sound exhumed dust.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 18, 2019