Sounds of Silence Where Did It All Go Wrong What Brought On This Silence

Sounds of Silence ! Where did it all go wrong ? What brought on this Silence ? Bitter is the taste of cold, gray winds of silence. A formidable force that harbours shadows. Shadows fragment, splinter, dissipate with times passing. Time becoming the purveyor of so many questions. Questions that receive no answers from the wind, receive no answers from the unlit halls of silence. Silence, enslaver of the story that could be told. A story Silence has deemed to never set free, remaining buried deep within its sarcophagus. No birth realized from that prevailing, cold wind. Still born is the essence, the heart of the story. Yesterday, now flying upon the wings of history. Those yesterdays will, it seems, never metamorphose into a future, not any kind of actively shared future as the story rides bareback upon the cold winds of Silence. I am truly unable to fathom the essence, of this silence, the depth of thought, of experience that gave it birth. I know not the currents that drove all upon the jagged edge. B. J. “A ” 2 March 25th 2019