Can you hear it?
The sound of silence,
the deprivation of common sound;
The silent cries. The mute pleads. The longing...
because i can.
I can hear each, as taciturn as one may be.
Each of there own have a story. A longing. A dream.
A figuration of each persons thoughts... played through by the words " i'm fine"
long no more.
No one can hear us.
The silence has immersed out of it's barriers.
leaving each surrounded, encircled, submerged onto the heaviness of ones own thoughts- the silence of the dreaded emotions that awaited.
If you to can hear- the silence through the beat of your own rapid heart...
I crave that one day
silence becomes a radiant sound-
subsequently, the misery it once brought you be forever thought of.
Looked apon, dispatched from your cycle of emotion.
Later for one to never suddenly experience the silence of modern society again...
YOU ARE READING
litost
Poetrya descriptive language of insurable pain aside deaden feelings... strong enough for the weight of air to heavy, thicken depriving life of its' victims souls'; leaving each in a world of darkness. Filled with each souls ability to love... captivated.
