Shunned
The sound of silence is a lack of ping,
no text message, nor cell phone ring;
a quiet shock like some blowing snow,
that chilling slap with hurricane blow.
What suddenly brought this dark state,
stopped all communications of late?
I don’t know, but should I really care,
though initially there was real despair;
no, it’s better without that call,
it’s much easier with blackout pall.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2016
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