From where I sit this night
World’s passing before my eyes
I reach out my hand
The silence is deafening
Inside the thunderous hum
I hear you call my name
The glass is cold on my fingertips
The silence is deafening
I run my fingers over empty space
Softly, it whispers my name
I wait…
And the silence is deafening
8 comments:
loved it..very poignant....
Sometimes a poem catches me in the pit of my stomach and knocks the wind out of me. Like this one.
If you want noise, I knows where ta find it!
Beautiful! It feels so loving and so lonely all at the same time!
xoxoxo
What are you doing in my head, woman?
Expressed so much better than I could ever hope to, Arty Farty.
Love you xoxoxo
This is very reflective...and sad at the same time. Your brain is not used to the silence because of the constant clamour going on inside. Embrace the silence.....
hmmmmmm
hmmmmmm????
HMMMMMM WHAT!
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