Silence,
first and last thing I could hear,
staring at my reflection above me,
the blue sky above that.
The silence was comforting,
until,
panic,
then struggle.
I could hear loud drums in my head,
boom,
boom,
boom,
and then,
silence,
seemed like never ending silence,
then crash,
the coldness,
my body trembling,
figures all around me,
panic again,
then silence.
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Silence
PoetryA poem I wrote while on my holidays. See if you can guess what it's about. Sorry if it's dark😬😋
