Silent Rant

Silent Rant

Still just ranting,

in the silence

of my head.

Still fuming out

depressed fragments,

unconnected thoughts.

Hoping they remain hidden

by the plastered on

imitation smile.

A nod or shake to intrusions,

responding to noise

I can not hear.

Can’t hear for the voices

promoting the version

of the fantasy world

captured in my head.

A sketch of the Queen from a session with her, now, over a year ago.

One of the few sketches of “MA” I haven’t posted before.

9”x 12” ink and watercolor