Poetry

The Hum by Dawn Illsley

I want to be in a place busy with the hum of voices.

Voices confabulating, words I can’t decipher.

Not here in the quiet.

My brain is free to wander,

Free to play the broken record of thoughts.

Ruminating in a stew of self doubt and words left unsaid

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