@olawalium 4 October 2020 more from that month

What's Going On Here?

​Image Source.​​​ https://www.pexels.com/photo/clear-drinking-glass-on-black-wooden-table-4930664/ *I smell boredom in the air,* *I hear silence in my ears,* *the pens are bare,* *though the muse is rare.* *What's going on here?* *Even though there are words for me to bear,* *but for the sake of silence, I don't want to blare.* *In muteness, I have been ensnared,* *and to get out, I have to dare.* *What's going on here?* *In order to please this silence and my muse, I have to be fair,* *to be fair, I'll fall into fears,* *when I fall into fears, I can't help but shed tears,* *just to be fair! But really who cares?* *I'll rather satisfy my muse than to be mute,* *I don't care whether I am accused of being rude,* *I'll take it like that for no one understands,* *can someone please tell me,* *what's going on here?* ​This Post First Appeared Here.​​​ https://hive.blog/hive-114105/@olawalium/what-s-going-on-here Thank you for your time. My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease. Still me, My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer. Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.