With a Silent, Threatening Sound

The title and first line of this poem were taken from the last line of a poem by Atila Jozef.


With a silent, threatening sound I bid farewell to the me of early this year
No more squabbling with myself over the happiness I deny me
No more living for the "good" or the "right", but living for the better.
I turn my face from the wall and walk outside
To see Plato's sunshine welcome me harshly to the reality of the rest of the day