Screeching to a halt,
sound evading all notions
like a diver lost in the oceans
a muffled cry
a lack of harmony
silence resonates
with a shocking loudness.
The world seems to fade into the darkness,
a sea of people, fading away.
Thoughts surge forth,
a raging multitude,
R.I.O.T.I.N.G
as more people flee
the places before me.
The structures remain,
looming, empty.
The air becomes thick,
light appears vivid
currents slow down
an empty world.
I am the source.
Shockwaves visualize,
pressure echoes
soundless,
Time slows to a crawl
while the movements before me stall.
The tide resides,
People flow back in
the world pours forth,
a surging storm
of noise, smell, movement.
My thoughts become quiet,
muddled
L.O.S.T
to the crowd.
YOU ARE READING
The Humbled Word
PoetryThis will be a collection of my poetms and my entries into poetry related stuff. There will be explanations to my ideas at times as well and as to why I use certain lines if asked about. I will share my mind with YOU and lead you stray in there. Do...
