The Voice of the Unheard

The bright sky awakes
with a rage and a fire.

Streets fill and heave
with unheard voices,
loud and silent.

A head without ears
speaks to empty corners
wrapped with gold,

peeling from the walls
as neglect sets in
like fever’s decay.

Exhausted days wait
for the coming end
and the return of rain.

The bright sky awoke
with a rage and a fire.

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