Today’s Post is a poem or jumble.

When you take a word and just start writing what comes to mind.

The word is Silence and this is what I thought:

It’s a deafening noise so solemn and consuming.

It will creep up on you  waiting,

always waiting for the moment

you snap.

How do you define it?

As being alone in a room, in the world?

It’s an emptiness so defying.

Not heart felt or warm but a pain that won’t go.

A burn that keeps burning

A wound that won’t heal

A knife that cuts, a knot in your throat

A stumble of words

It’s that grave pause on the phone

It’s awkward and appalling

When no words can be exchanged

When all is hidden and sparse

It’s the chill up your spine

The creek in the floor.

It’s the flicker of a candle

The wind on the  door.

It’s when you hung up on me

and never called back.

It’s the fear in the air

as I sit by the phone.

It’s that time and place

where the world hits a faze

The earth is lost in a great black hole

never to see the light of day.

It’s cold and dim, gray and dark

not a place for a young person’s heart.

A deafening silence that pierces through.

Remnants of chalk dust or dirt on your shoe.

Oh save us all from this break in life,

this social gap and waste of time.

Laugh out loud and crash this hell

Push it out of mind and out of place.

Be pleased with who you are.

Don’t ever listen to some other star.

Shine for yourself and break through the night.

Pull out the good in every ones eyes.

Save us from a silence so cold and bitter.

We are like plants and need light to not wither.

So soak up the sun and pour it on me.

Kill the silence and end this dynasty.


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