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