Hush
Silence is all I hear,
Trapped in a box with no memory of coming to be,
Wondering what lays beyond the box,
A world void of all color,
Where time stands eternally still,
And silence snakes it's way about the barren land,
Quieting out the sounds of a world that does not,
Nor never was meant to exist?
This box must have a key,
There must be a way out,
But there are no doors or windows,
Just stark white walls around me.
I can't help but feel like a caged beast,
Left out in the wilderness to starve in it's trap,
To decay into nothing, to remain,
For no wind will ever carry through this vacant dimension.
Eyes full of fear, I frantically search,
But find no divet or crack to slip my nails into,
I'm stuck, and I fear there is no escaping,
For I must have wished for such quiet,
And that wish has been fulfilled.
No song bird will fill it with it's melodious voice,
No brook shall ever babble,
No wind will whistle through the trees,
These thoughts in my head will never speak
But whisper only one word,
...hush.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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