A voice

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Jittery and uneasy, I struggle
through the dread
brought by
disquietude, keeping me
quiet
too often, frozen in apprehension
and restless,
shaking – eager
         – to move.

A gentle breeze washes
over me,
stirring a voice
that is not mine,
lost
when
         I close the window.  

(c) 2019 Phillip Knight Scott

Written for the dVerse weekly prompt Quadrille #85. The Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title), including one specific word, this time “voice.”

Phillip Knight Scott My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

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