A Swift Descent

I opened my mouth

Now I wonder

Should I really have

Taken her advice?

.

I soar forward.

But it was wrong

(Was it?)

To open my mouth

And say my thoughts

.

In a sweeping decline~

I hear nothing but the wind

Blasting my own thoughts

In a frightening gale

.

Clamoring voices

All my own

Coming down on me

(SHUT UP!)

And then

In the storm

Being told

Not to worry

Qué sera sera

.

Will the voices be silent now…..?

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