Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

In the Silence

in the silence
of the night
when no one is awake
the loneliness
is deafening
and the clock stands still

at times like this
we think death may come
and take away the weak
but we know better

death is much sneakier
stealth robbing cradles
and many not ready
merciless it decimates
ruthless and unmerciful



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Timothy Mcguire January 18, 2019 at 10:15 PM Scary Sobering, the hard facts of life that I pray few of us feel. Line Gauthier January 18, 2019 at 11:14 PM Yes indeed. These thoughts should be few and far between. Thanks for your most appreciated visit and comment, Timothy.

M. L. Kiser January 12, 2019 at 7:09 AM This, too, is true. Well penned. Line Gauthier January 12, 2019 at 3:48 PM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, ML.

Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2019 at 11:26 PM You, Line, have a clear understanding of the sneakiness of death. "robbing cradles" - exactly, but no one likes to speak of that, so I am glad you knew it was needed in this wonderful poem. Line Gauthier January 12, 2019 at 7:13 AM Thank you so much, Caren, for your most appreciated visit and comment.