Blessed Quietness, What
this quietness i have presently
it's not a form of deafness
an absence of sound all around
everything quiet not a sound
silence a hum no beat of a drum
no bumps or squeaks no vibrations
stillness unmoved music ungrooved
this nothingness created by sound
it's lights darkness and scentless air
it's reaching to feel yet nothing is there
a tasteless void that leaves me annoid
an empty barren collection of sences
living alone i don't hear a phone
or answer friendly letters
nobody calls or cares if i fall
and find that my heart has been shattered
this numbing void was hard to avoid
it came little by little each day
what ever happened i don't know
just one by one noises went away
i long to hear the screams of children
i moved so far away from
i miss the shouting of restless teens
that misguided generation
i wish for once i'd married
when i had the chance
my long long search for peace and quiet
has come to a terrible end
if i could do it all again
and have just one more chance
id cherish all the noises
and would have kept one good friend
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2010
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