February 13, 2020

1 1 0
                                    

Bells toll on the hour, breaking
Silence better left in the air.
Deafening in its music,
Whispers sing their terror as loud
As thunder claps, bright and horrific

Clang, crash, bang, the sounds continue
Their noise of loss, scattering
What little effect they have on the ear.
When will it end, when will it end?
Lost in a time that never slows down.

Heart & Soul PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now