Where did everyone go?
Their silence deafens
a soulless abyss
inviting me to plunge farther
than desired
Where did everyone speak?
Their tongues wagged before
now lay dormant with conjunctures
narrowly dismissed
Where did everyone unpack
their troubles
laying them by my feet
to mop and sweep
for I’ve become the
purveyor of troubles
not created
or shared by my own hands.
Latanya Ivey ©2018
