Wasted Emotions

silence has a certain depth
i've been there and there was really no
complete measure of
the phantom's haven

noise comes as a traffic jam of
feelings

the soul of the night howls
and the limping grasses over the fields
of memories scatter
like a crowd bombed
into pieces of scars

there are no ears
the wisdom loses itself in the hollowness of
wasted emotions

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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