Silence The Silence

Philip Daniel Cook

 

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.

 

  • Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2020 00:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Church mice, and western frontiers I suppose.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    solitude is never daunting, if our mind continues to meditate and seek answers to those questions: too raw to be voiced



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