Here
I listen to the silence breathing,
I hear past sounds grieving.
I watch the noise filled curtain fall,
see the lost words fade their call.
Darkness lightens the colors flow,
hiding the lights views to know.
Echoes fail to vibrate sounds cry,
here, where life comes to die.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2025 16:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry. Was listening to Sound of Silence and thinking of Black holes. needed to get it out of my head, so brain dump.
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Comments3
I get the feeling that this is the end of the road, it sounds hollow and empty. A vapid feeling comes through. Well expressed and written in verse
It has a sense of someone excepting they have reached the end, nicely written
Excellent write
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