Silence,
Empty,
Void,
Echoes, echoing, and echoing
Not music, nor voices, nor tunes
But the utter emptiness of the soul,
With the ever reverberating tune
Of solitude, the sound of silence…
Silence, that eats up midst of your being,
Emptiness that rings in the void of your heart,
Bareness that stretches over the never ending extent of your soul!
In that abyss of affluent silence
A distant cry rings
From the depths of the soul,
Hitting and pounding the four walls,
Bashing, beating and cracking, the
Overwhelming presence of Silence;
Only to faint and fade, into
The insignificance of oblivion…
O Solitude, thou have brought content,
Peace to mind and rest to heart,
Respite to the sense of my being;
Then why do I not cherish you now?
Why thou torment my thy
Overwhelming presence,
Stifle me with thy brutal stroke?
Beat back solitude!
Repeal thy silence! Abate the emptiness
And negate the void!
Bring back thy former pleasure,
Along with them, who turned
You to this…
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