Sunday, 21 August 2011

The Power of Silence (Nina.S 18.08.11)

So resonant that the dead awakens.
Every sense is punctured,
The hollowness allowing it to echo.

Spreading like the killer plague,
Don't come close to me.
Contagious and dangerous,
Will leave me desolate.

The silence is stagnant,
Feeling smothered to my head to my toes.
The breath of life is creeping,
Though not knowing will kill me first.

It cannot touch me,
Though deadly as it comes.
Staring at me from every direction,
Swallowing me slowly.

The different frequencies in my ears,
Are the sounds of my organs.
Confirming my existence,
But to whom.

The power of silence.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for joining Poets United. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading poetry. We also look forward to seeing you in our community.

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