THE SOUND OF SILENCE
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LYRIC FORM
[Verse 1]
The sky turns black — a twisted drum,
Whispers crawl, unaware what’s to come.
A child on a trike, spinning out of control,
Breath caught tight — terror steals their soul.
Voices crack like brittle glass,
Prayers spill out in hurried haste.
Windows rattle, hearts pound fast —
No time left, no moment to waste.
[Chorus]
This is the sound when screaming dies,
Where panic breaks and silence hides.
We walk the bones of all we’ve known,
Breathing the quiet that buries us whole.
[Verse 2]
Upside-down trike, one wheel drags slow,
Empty streets where no one dares go.
Walls bleed cracks — veins torn wide,
The child’s frozen scream swallowed by night.
Rubble piles where laughter once sang,
Dust and ash cloak the damned and damned.
No sound but silence — cold and deep,
A terror that haunts beyond our sleep.
[Chorus]
This is the sound where hope went to die,
In shadows of dreams swept clean from the sky.
We tread the ashes of what used to be,
Lost in the silence — no place to flee.
[Bridge]
Hear the echoes of forgotten cries,
In the heart of darkness where memory lies.
A whisper of despair in the moonlight’s glare,
The sound of silence wraps around in despair.
[Verse 3]
Broken windows speak of the lost,
Echoes of innocence count the cost.
The shadows dance, and the spirits roam,
In this quiet void we call home.
Skulls in the rubble, a testament grim,
One last lullaby sung on a whim.
The sound that lingers after the storm,
A darkness enveloping where life was warm.
[Chorus]
This is the sound when all hope dies,
Fading memories and whispered goodbyes.
Through the ashes of our shattered dreams,
We are lost in silence; it's silent screams.
[Outro]
So listen close, let it speak,
The sorrow of silence, haunting and weak.
A thundering heartbeat, a whisper of pain,
In the sound of silence, we’re caught in the rain.
POETRY FORM
After the storm,
everything was still—
but not peaceful.
Just... wrong.
Shingles scattered like leaves.
Walls torn open
like someone needed to look inside.
A tricycle, flipped over.
Bent.
One wheel spun, slow.
It kept going
like it didn’t notice the end of the world.
A child sat near the wreckage.
Barefoot.
Silent.
Mouth open—but no sound.
I watched.
Wanted to speak.
But silence had teeth.
And it bit down hard.
Note: Grateful for a 1ST place finish in the "Silence Listens" Contest.
Copyright © Lyric Man | Year Posted 2025
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