Quiet Time

A voice silenced
A fighter broken
A poet without a pen
A painter without a brush
A lover without a mate
A body without a soul
A heart without a pulse
A night sky without stars
A summer night without fire flies

The last assignment is done
The last thought shared
The last penny spent
The last bell has rung
The last note sang
The last thought shared
The last ember snuffed out
The last flight of the fire bird taken

No more sound
No more art
No more thoughts
No more sparks
No more fight
No more words
No more firsts
No more breath
No more

It’s quiet time.
Boo 6-16-21

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