Silence:
The complete absence of sound.
The act or state of abstaining from speech.
The avoidance of mentioning or discussing something.
Some silence is valued.
A small pool of water in the Sahara,
located merely 100 yards
from my current state of dehydration.
I lay,
face buried in the beautiful sand,
looking towards the pool.
Rejuvenation and revival.
A push to keep going,
keep traveling north.
Because at some point
I'll reach a village
and someone who can provide me with what I need.
Rehabilitation and resonation.
That is what a small pool of silence contains.
Not only for me,
but for every other lost traveler
in this damn world.
But silence is deadly.
A guillotine to a wrongly accused man.
The blade looming above him
ensuring release,
but at a cost.
It's prolonged starvation
calling softly to the malnourished,
promising an escape that is far less painful.
Still,
the bittersweet pool captivates me.
How can something so calming
cause internal destruction?
One small drop
with two alternatives.
A powerful puddle controls the mind.
My mind.
The world.
Shh, do you hear that?
It's the sound
of the man sitting next to you on the train,
braiding his own rope
that seals his fate in
destruction.
It's the sound
of the girl to your left
celebrating
rising with the sun,
surviving the long day,
enjoying this moment of relaxation.
It's the sound
of me
pondering life's mysteries,
plunging further into depression.
Shh, do you hear that?
It's the sound of silence.
Hello there...
This is my poetry book, it mostly contains thoughts and words I'll never say to people...
Thank you.
~ash
