a thunderous roar of silence

a thunderous roar of silence

tonight,
a sunset illuminated the cloud-laden sky;
as thunder rumbled in the distance,
generating illusions of grandeur.

the soul yearns for another place and time,
as birds dance amongst the clouds with purpose.

the here is nothing but a bad reality.

time is the cruel master of our existence,
yet we fear death,
all the while,
anticipating its inevitability.

but, we continue to argue over triteness,
fixating our being on today’s irrationalities
so the powerful can seek out the humble
in a sadistic ritual of dehumanization.

spring turns into fall;
and sometimes there is no time left
for the middle aged
to seek their dreams.

yet at the end,
at the end of our time,
our dreams, passions, and actions
are all we own.

our secular possessions are divided
amongst the living,
our souls placed in the hands
of the spiritual,
and our memory is locked into the evermore
of infinity.

the elders know this,
the middle aged are learning this,
and the youth have no f-cking concept.

the wind breathes silence.

we know not where we’re going;
nor where we have been…

silence
silence
silence
silence

my head is filled with the thunderous roar of silence.
it is both deafening and maddening.

EjG