The silence ;
It bellows me.
It is not kind of calm and serene
But it is of the aftermath.
It is threateningly close
Enclosing my cherished light.
It's fogging up my vision
Making me visit
Unpleasant place of maze.
I'm scared and
All too Helpless.
My limbs,
They are weak and numb.
I order them to move
But..
My throat is parched
My voice lost
Seeking for help in
Those loud clatters.
I'm lost.
I'm helpless.
The silence engulfs me
Taking me in
A whirlpool of emotions
Both ; pleasant and unpleasant.
The last thing that stays
Before darkness swallows is;
The deafening silence after
The Strom has raged.
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PoezieWords describe what you see , feel and touch but poetry describe what you feel , what you can't say , what you can't express ! That's poetry and this is an attempt to define and describe the seen and unseen ! Hope you enjoy it !
