Silence You Found Me

Memories of a forgiving friend called concrete

Older man with sunglasses and white beard sits on the cement and thinks
Photo by Jaime Top on Unsplash

The floor bites hard
muscles in my back groan
Thin ridges of protest
like wrinkled paper, they scream

Joints, hell’s arbitrators, bark
reminding me of abuse
A youth void of consideration
now grates in haunting hesitation



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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard