Philip Daniel Cook

Silence The Silence

 

All my words meant nothing,

and nothing doesn\'t echo

but your voice carries.

 

When it is all on me.

Never wanted you.

To feel this way.

 

Now and forever.

 

The silence is silent.

Silence the silence.

 

Seems momentary

from years gone by.

And seconds I held

forever now.

 

But why does it repeat

until I get it right?

When I didn\'t feel

this wrong about anything?

 

So long. So gone.

 

As every sand castle built.

When silence is sweet,

or too quiet.

 

And my writings empty

from a filled page.

 

Come and find peace in it.

 

So long. So gone.

 

All my etchings in the whispering woods.....

to die down.

 

How do I make amends

with my own shadow

when he is counting

on me to succeed him? 

 

All too quiet on this total frontier.