(I wrote this a while back and decided to share it out just to get it off my mind.)
Silence
Silence if just right
Is Perfection
It allows you to dream
Get washed away in awe
But It depends on you
Good or bad?
Your moods
Your 'friends'
Your family
Your experiences
That's what defines the silence
That left over time
The time that isn't corrupted
By the rowdiness of human kind
The vile creatures
The mundane people
They rip apart your naive mind
You start out a bud
You get surrounded by darkness
Deprived of the sunlight
Deprived of the love
And you end a wilted
Stepped on
pile of petals
Drowned by their fury
And that silence is no longer
Silence
It's a zoned out buzz
It's Dazed and unfocused eyes
It's the sorrow
Sorrow
That's what you get
You no longer want to get up
Early in the morning
Excited for the day ahead
No
That's for the kids
Clueless of the killing
Clueless of the mindlessness
Clueless of the bucket of disappointment
Soon to be washed over there head
Again
It depends on you
Your moods
Your 'friends'
Your family
Your experiences
You
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by: @BADLANDS_YoungGod
PoesiaThese are just poetry I write in my spare time, the stuff that clouds your mind until you get it out. Sometimes you need to lock yourself in a room and write all you can on a paper In front of you, this is that.
