Shh...
Do you hear that
"Hear what?" you ask
Hear the silence that has embraced the darkness
Who has quieted the rambling man
The crying baby
The child who throws a tantrum
The lovers who argue
Ah, the wonderful, blissful sound of
Silence
Be wary for to much silence is bad
For the old man who has been locked away
Has been penetrated by
Silence
You can hear him in him home in the late hours of the night
When the cars go to sleep
And the now empty streets take a break
You can hear him interrupting the
Silence
He conversates with himself
About things that do not exist in our world
For they only exist in his
You can hear him shout from utter disgust
Or pain
Or disgrace
Now I have laid eyes upon him once
In the late hours of the night
He stepped out into the
Silence
His blank eyes pierced my soul
But I remained
Silent
For I knew one day
He will lie down
In the darkness
Wrapped in
Silence
YOU ARE READING
Just Some Poems
Thơ caWords that form into sentences which form into poems due to my different brain my poems just come to me without thinking so I wish to share them and hope for honest feedback from everyone who sees them.
