Internal Combustion

What a loud and raucous voice silence possesses!
Resounding agonies, jubilant triumphs.....
How I keep my thoughts occupied
my fingers nimble with flexing then extending
All too quickly redeeming refuge
from that gaping chasm of want.
That I would consider even to scrutinise
studying true friendship's face and form
as it experiences seasons or situation.
Then will I less consider myself weak
in the seemingly cruel hand of circumstance.
To know only all of that which I trully love.

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poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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