#302 Some distance

Plain old distance
Not playful in exciting existence

Nor stormy in raging feelings
Yet boring and static with no dealings

Of heart, mind, or soul
Just old, plain, and whole

Distance being too far
Or just a tad of a throw from a scar

It brings home the silence
It deals with the violence

Of rage and grief
Angry and bereaved

Oh & oh some distance’s whiff
Break the sound over a cliff

Rein in the solitude and gain
Clarity in thought with no pain

In a singular instance
Of some distance

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~