I hear them!

They’re all in cahoots!

Dec 16, 2021

Poem | Being Silenced | Free-Verse

Shh, A face with pointer finger up in front of the mouth, gesturing be quiet, gesturing to be quiet, gesturing to shh.
Photo by Kristina Flour on Unsplash

Turnoff all the lights.

Nobody make a sound.

“Ashes to ashes; we all fall down.”

You cannot run.

You cannot hide.

I believe he’s on the dark side.

They’re all in cahoots —

Climbing up from disheveled roots.

Somebody, get me off this ride!

Parleying in parlors —

every day; noon.

A bare hand reaching out, but from the depths of doom.

Sound all alarms.

Get out your luck charms.

She is up in arms, likely response for her regard.



Please reply —


“Get me off this fucking ride!”

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My ideas on the complexities of our mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting Hope remains, unwavering, in all of us!.