Daily missive for Thursday the 29th of November.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 29th of November.

Such is dread
Hidden
Beneath unbidden silence
Every muted sound
Stripped of meaning
Muffled and bound
Buried so deeply down
Below the threshold
Of understanding
Strangely pitched
As whispers
Every thought
Echoed through
Empty corridors
Hollowed out of meaning
Devoid of context
I am deafened
By the roar
Of mine own ignorance
Bereft of beauty
Lost in search
Of music
To heal the soul
Every note soured
By association
Mine ears have ceased
In their interpretation
Sweet sorrow is no more
As the incantation
Of a worthless prayer
Has cast a spell
Upon me
Sweet words once heard
Now, slipped away
Filtered as though
A heavy shroud
Has wrapped itself about me
A thankless cowl
Indifferent to my
Excommunication
How can I speak
Of what little I know
When in truth
The pattern of my knowledge
Is of such poor design
As to dissipate
Before it has time
To formulate
I am left
Witless
Without the means
To ponder the futility
Of such friendlessness
As is this unbidden silence.