Solitary Subtlety

nothing contains something

Vain is sadness, dry is time
Silence busts my peace
Madness is badly amiss

Empty thoughts I conjure
Static brooding is company
Bland space I see

World rocks and rolls
My tune audibly declines
Stinging my senses,dear soul whines

Apathy feels turmoil
Dainty gentleness is grazed
 Tender pure heart is dazed

Author's Note

I don't even know what's forming in my head. Sigh