Silenced drum in the middle
55-gallon rusty old can that can’t
Emit a sound called a melody
Pandemonium on mute
Rightful name obscured
By encroaching crude crusts of decay
Precious substance spilled
Yet still driving the universe on and on…
But it’s no longer a smooth slick ride
A tanker of choppy thoughts submerged
Sunk so deep
To the lowest levels of low
Rock bottom
Ocean floored
Seasick seabed betrayal
Soul leakage
Traumatic seepage
Caulk it with love
© 2019 IC Blackman