Silence in Chaos.A Poem by BrittThis is a poem about a young boy during the war.The
black and white gritty silent motion picture would
not appeal to you or me or anyone else of this day and age. But
that black and white gritty silent motion picture was
his only escape.
From
the destruction of his home, His
family, From
a war that had no meaning good enough to steal thousands of lives.
He
remembers the first time he witnessed such beauty, At
first apprehensive and later in
love.
His
big eyes follow every movement on the screen with awe and He
does not question how this is possible in fact he does not question anything.
This
is a regular visit, A
bond has been created between him and the screen and he loses
himself in the Charlie Chaplin like, humour of it all.
Slowly
the sound of the destruction outside fades, His
head being filled only with the dark room dimly lit by a poorly displayed film.
No
sound in here, but nothing out there either and finally he can relax because
finally He
has found his silence in the chaos of his life.
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