The silence is deafeningly empty.
Not a word is spoken.
Even as I am here, knowing what the outcome will be,
I still cannot help feeling a twinge of bitterness and
Disappointment.
I wanted to believe, but I live within the real realm.
I cannot lie to myself.
So I will let the silence be deafeningly
Void,
Knowing I cannot fill it with the words I want to say.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
