THE SILENCE

The silence is deafening
It shatters my drums
My soul wanders
Between the tunnels of time
The silence is hurting
My medulla oblongata
My nerves are on edge
Waiting for the storm
The silence is silent
Like a monster on tip toes
Raking in the waves
With its long wiry hands
The silence is an envelope
Of all man’s guilt
But its part of all of us
And part of our lives


~Naraine Datt~

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