POETRY

PART OF DAY

PART OF DAY

What is silence?

Maybe it's my friend who doesn't talk enough

Or a guy in my class

Whose hands seem to always be in handcuffs.

What is silence?

Is it timeless?

Maybe it's a girl that can't seem to stop talking

Except when she's at home alone

And on the floor rocking

Or a neighbour that holds parties too loud

Only to feel less alone

In an overcrowd.

What is silence?

Tell me it's not complience.

Whatever it is, whenever it happenes

It became my favorite time of day

Because it doesn't leave my thoughts at bay.