Silent Noise

A Short Poem

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When irony becomes apparent
And the bedrock of your faith
Appears transparent
The entire core of what you live for
Becomes unobtrusively inherent

Erased is the need to
Rely on false pretenses
Or walk a dusty, fickle path
Just to “keep up with the Joneses”

The non-existent torture
That once encapsulated your soul
Disintegrates into fragments of silent noise
A burst of color
A façade, a mirage
A paradox…