Silence
SILENCE
I walked desolated in thought.
My life, as is, however, was fulfilled with internal joy.
The privacy I possess was bleak.
An austere appearance I kept.
A woman with child sighs.
I hear her murmur to self that I seem to be upset.
I looked away and said nothing.
My feet begin to drag.
I straighten my poster very fast.
The silence was taking over my mind.
I had not spoken in quite a while.
The screaming down Main Street did not disturb me at all.
I was so deep in thought but very aware of my surroundings.
The bullet came flying in air.
The whispering I heard when I enter the Square was such a pleasant change.
I saw friends sitting there and spoke to them.
The stillness of the afternoon had begun to disintegrate to a pattern of sounds.
The silence I enjoyed was the same as the pleasant environment I enter now.
This old world will continue to prove that it is not that old at all.
The omen is oracle that does not change.
We are life formed.
We employ a difference but only in similar growth.
The silence when heard tells us that we are the manifold.
User Name: Verlena
Pseudonyms: Oblivion Dark Sunshine & Poethics Oblivion Stareyes
Motif: Silence
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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