Echoes

The ongoing drone of silence.
They’ve always said silence is deadly;
Well it’s eating at what’s left of my humanity.
Still – Hope springs eternal, we’re in the Kingdom of Rust
… Revival exists for all that turns to dust.

Waiting on the dawn; not sure I can manage a long night
-Time passes lazily when you can’t sleep
No respite for the dreamless
The house is burnt, What’s left?

-Only to work the fields.

*Let’s be hopeful