The Pen Of Poetry

Silence

Title: Silence

Bewildered by the way the wind blows on through,

Hands intently focused to hold on dearly,

To not loosen the grip

To not let go

And fall very far down

The shadows gripping her entity

Her movement constrained

The mystery has only just started to unfold

And that's how it's told

That is what's true

Silence became her solitude

Silence became her desolation

She wrote many things

Fall short of verses

With head held up high

To breathe

To survive

All she spoke were tribulations of suffering

Silence became her melody

Silence became her cacophony

The mass of people

All around

Detaining her to the world

They live in

Stuck in the average

For her it was already over

A thousand times more

Without warning it all stopped

People around her

Perceiving she had reached the end of the station

Longing to pull the breaks

Is when silence became her

And she became a memory