The Vocabulary of the Silent TypeA Poem by King of the North (but only on weekdays)An introverts point of viewUnder-appreciated and often-times misunderstood They used to say it was golden You won’t listen But you should A moment of quiet contemplation Amidst the rhythmic noise of chaos It wants to speak, to talk, to tell And yet it knows it cannot yell So silence, my old friend Be vocal Be verbal You know exactly what to say Sometimes something Sometimes nothing Silence never walks away Your battery needs recharging Sometimes music just won’t do So what can silence possibly offer That could benefit poor you? Tell me how it doesn’t feel right How when in darkest of nights You crave sounds just to keep yourself calm You see, life can be stressful So the silence seems peaceful But that’s me So please, by all means Speak your qualm Silence does not claim to know the answer to your question It helps you raise more Till your head becomes sore Perhaps they’ll drive you mad And possibly sad Yet these questions are vital In understanding ones title Self-betterment Knowledge Forever be learning Silence helps appreciate such questions Your mind is eagerly yearning And so here we do sit Whilst you quietly knit You hear that? It’s a ticking The clock? Now a tocking It’s surely not stopping But this is silence is it not?
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Added on August 21, 2016Last Updated on August 21, 2016 AuthorKing of the North (but only on weekdays)Newcastle Upon Tyne , North Tyneside , United KingdomAboutHad a hard time trying to find an audience for my writing. So just gonna start slow and see what people think. more..Writing
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