– setting songbird –

My soul sets like the sun…

shame on me for bringing about

my own nightmare.

Where did the voice go…

one filled with random melodies

and Top 40 hits?

It appears to be hidden behind a window…

or 200 of them per day.

Where is my desire to croon at the top of my lungs,

wrong notes be damned?

It appears to be covered in rags and paper towels…

dirt be damned.

Where does the soul go when

it sets like the sun?

It appears nowhere…

nowhere at all.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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