Jonathan L. Best Poetry

Anxious Age

Its voice, relentless and intense, haunts me in the silence of night when no voice should speak.A whispering in my ear, insisting and provoking, one that neither comforts or soothes like those pleasant sounds that mark the birth of day.No, nothing welcoming comes in night’s bleakest hours. When thoughts linger and reason fails. The mind … Continue reading Anxious Age