There I was
Sitting still
Not saying a sound, nor a word
I sat there and thought,
How about a poem?
It was quiet, not a peep to be heard
I stopped for a moment to stare,
A shadow, was there
It was a mist of black
There were no details
Not a word was sad then,
Until I turned
A scream
A scream, yes
But yet, how?
So now
Here I am,
Sitting still
Not saying a word, nor a sound?
