An older poem of mine.
Silence
White
or
Black;
It's welcoming.
Snow and
Darkness combined,
But it's not
White noise.
It's full
and not deafening,
But blind.
I want it, that
Silence.
So much that I want to cry.
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Poetry"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
