Crafter

Prompt: Explore what silence feels like—whether it's comforting, oppressive, or full of meaning.

Think, or tink or think?

Ring or bring or mean?
Leave or breathe or treave?
Cleave now child

Take off the rumble under off the carpet

No rug in play, no

Only daggers at the plate

How are the state of things, dear?
You alright?
You ok?
Questions burden me, there's no escape.
Moments of rain, never hurdle me.

Tremors or shakes listen to the wind

I have barely escape and your willing to listen to me

Quiet, silence, echo.
Laughter, rafter, checker

Author's Note

What are your thoughts on this?

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[Zolly]

There could be many interpretations of this poem, but I have one.
One, inner turmoil.