6/11/20
The chill of the night air hits my face
Steady and unrelenting
I walk
Hearing the muffled stomp of my boots against the wet grass
A voice in the back of my head jeers at me
Saying I'm walking too loud
The night is silent
Not a single bug or animal making a sound
Not even the sound of a car breaks the quiet
The jacket I'm wearing is a bit too thick for the weather
A thin layer of sweat works its way across my skin
Not enough to be uncomfortable
But still bothersome
A faint sound rings through the air
Muffled but still there
I listen closely
It takes all my focus to hear it again
It's the faint sound of a piano
The notes I hear are muffled by walls and tress
And lastly
My own hearing
My ears throb
And I clench my jaw
Constant ear infections
Leading to a decline of hearing
A constant pain that nothing seems to be able to fix
I listen to the piano again
Focusing ever last bit of my attention on that sound
In hopes to hear it again
It's there
But barely
I hear it
Muffled
Uneven
Some parts being missed completely
While other parts come some what clearer
It makes me long momentarily
For better fortune
For better health
But that swiftly passes
All that is left is a jarring feeling of emptiness
Of something missing
Of something not quite right
Maybe it's the lack of meaning in this world
Or a lack of a place that truly feels like home
What is missing is unknown
But the fact that the emptiness is there
That is unmistakable
Undeniable
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Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
