Silence like this
Is an orchestra
Advancing in waves
Swept up by grandeur
It strips me until bare
I sense the beating drum
With each note I fall numb
I lay in wait, for a rising crescendo
That I know will never come
I can't compete with this tempo
So boisterous I'm no longer audible
Almost believing that it is probable
That I am on my own
But when I hear you
When I look at you I know
I must not be alone
YOU ARE READING
This Is My Letting Go
PoetryYou'd think with all I have been through, I could make better art than this
