stiff and still air
the only sound being my own thoughts
recreating memories
reliving moments of joy
all when there was more than silence
the quiet ringing in my ears tickles my conscience awake
now, not all is quiet
I can feel and hear my heartbeat
and the steady tapping of my fingers
knowing their way across the keyboard
the silence grasps onto its last hope
it slowly fades away
as I am now aware of none
there never was silence
there never will be as long as I am alive
I live in the silence and I am noise
the ringing, beating, tapping, breathing
is what I hear in the "quiet"
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Poems
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
