The Cold Silence

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A short poem on the power of silence

Submitted: June 29, 2017

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When the hidden crying stops 

 

And the tears are gone, your pillow now soaked

 

All that remains is the cold silence 

 

You sit in the dark, rubbing your saddened eyes

 

And you realise, when all things eventually die

 

That silence is the only constant in life

 

When you die, you are silent 

 

But you are never truly alone because the silence is always there

 

Like a mystical force within the air

 

A force stronger than no other 

 

A force that can tear the soul out your body

 

When you sit and cry in the late hours of the night

 

All you wish is to her hear voice 

 

A soft voice, filled with worry and passion 

 

A voice that could reinvigorate you, a voice to end the tears 

 

But no, you will sit there 

 

No voice will protrude and present itself from the darkness

 

You will have only the darkness

 

And the cold, empty silence.


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