Silence is Sound

by brown cow

The renaissance man
Sits alone with his thoughts

Life's regrets hit him last night
And he thought about his thoughts
And they bit him

The blood was not red
Nor is there a visible scar
The tension was released in the form
Of a breath
Another lost cause
A wrong that can't be done right

Retracing his steps
Brought him back to
The place, time, and face
That started this all

The ring is louder,
But he still hears
The same sound

Silence