Diaphanous

Laughter of children echoes
through the empty hall
and I feel nothing
but sheer disgust for it all.
Silence is all I ask for
but never seem to get
and the constant cacophony
makes it so hard to forget.
One moment in time
was my soul ever light?
Or my intentions diaphanous
instead of shrouded by night?

© Autumn Siders 2017
Diaphanous

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