silent, 4/23/2016, Deon Mumple
Everything is nothingness, the void is palpable,
Waiting for the sunrise, if the sun’s still capable,
Darkness is never ending, the light is just a show,
The light a great pretender, to make us think we know.
All I hear is crying, the screams quietly faded.
No one heard me anyway, love, how I was hated.
Now I hear the silence, in between the ticking clock,
Left without a winding, even that finally stopped,
And that deafening pounding drumbeat softly going,
Fading out in the distance, it’s my heartbeat slowing,
Everything I believed reveals what it truly meant.
Nothing is left, everything is finally silent.
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