Kingdom of Silence

They’ve been so easy to deceive

Now suffering

A momentary reprieve

No new information

to receive

Gathered their senses

A halting breath

Make recompenses

toward their death

See them marching

lurching toward

the overarching

ill afford

Can’t cut their cord

Quarantine ward


opposing camps

Each negated

the other’s

burning lamps

In darkness drone

quite assured

they are alone

the only heard

voice their own

In the Kingdom of Silence

the whisper screams