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For an upcoming writer's craft assignment.


Mute


My surroundings fill me with a sense of discomfort
My waning faith falls under the prevailing winds
The midst of vexation revolts against my will
And stirs the depths upon the still

Why must I avoid encounters?
Why do I contempt to speak
So vivid incitation
Of imperative nature

Polluted waters and poisoned skies
Flaunt their dispiteous ways
Our most treasured possessions
Our great cataclysmic features

I choose to seclude myself from this conformity
And reject the ideals of society
With inept grace all words dilute
Alone in silence, I am left a mute

A spiral casting despondency
Against the embryonic contour
Poignant of the mind and soul
Leaving those in disbelief

Confusion rest deep within
My mind drifts among the setting suns
Among the stars in a imperious rapture
Following in an obsolete manner

In the evasive night
An ardent vow
Broken shards of a promise
Detached and impassive

I choose to seclude myself from this conformity
And reject the ideals of society
With inept grace all words dilute
Alone in silence, I am left a mute