My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Archive for the day “April 9, 2019”

Silence

Staring at four bare walls

unavoidable, inescapable

No sound, just silence

Not even the mechanical sound

of time passing

as a welcome distraction

The silence isn’t deafening

but the thoughts are.

If they had colour

it would be grey

If they had sound

it would be a low, lost hum.

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