Silenced Feet

In ponder and wonder I found myself deep - In the silence in my feet. Wondering if ever they were taking sometime off - To rest, or crossed roads with the deep sleep. So to spend time of days and nights on the say "Silence makes the loudest noise "yet felt nothing In hardest of its screams my silent feet. As it sat as light taken to live in the darkened shade Of my eyes, to having lost the loudness of my feet -To silenced feet. Asking if I too will ever have the chance to have "Cold feet "in my lonely feet. To silence feet. Now I art in remembrance of flashes of yores before my silenced feet, with questions to - "Why me, and why not me "be in the beginning past of my Silent feet. For now I stand in no ponder and wonder of My Silent feet to embrace to live not in the rest of My body as pain but blessings