Silence.: A Poem

it’s deafening.
not even the thoughts in your mind
can drown out its omniscient throbbing.

so stale.
painfully stubborn.

you pray for a pindrop to take away its power,
its vicegrip on the world around you.


alas.
a savior.
a hero.
a rustling tree.

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