Silence is like a black hole,
It can be endless.
It is something we love but,
We also hate.
Silence allows our voice
to trail off.
It allows our footsteps to
die away.
Silence is when we lay silent,
staring at the ceiling.
It comes out of the night and
Floods our rooms.
Silence is a snapping noise
In the distance.
It is a gnawing sound that can never,
be avoided.
Silence can be every sound or,
no sound at all.
It allows you to hear more clearly,
See more clearly.
Silence, silence, and silence.
It is always here.
It never leaves.
And that is what can be the most
Frightening of all.
~MP~
YOU ARE READING
Letters to words, words to sentences
PoetryI am not a poet. I don't know the rules, but these are thoughts from mind to paper and paper to you.
