Silent Stares

The rattling clamor of empty beds, beautiful echoes in memories of those who tamed the shrieking iron steeds coaxed along the rails of time, now sit in silence - out to pasture rusting, and like the bones of life return to dust The hiking trails that fill the void through quiet country forests - along the beds where the mute trod and trip, peripheral attention more easily managed than on the rocky root strewn trails. There is no space for flora and fauna beyond their phones intoxicating glare, and the silence that consumes all thought within its purview - no memories of value in their wake, just faces lost within the texts as the rattling clamor sits void and still... inspired by the Sounds of Silence contest - not entered