Silence [April 26, 2015]

Shrouded and quiet

He stands in silence

He searches for nothing

For he knows no one

Dark and cold, all alone

All he’s known, silent darkness

He doesn’t move, never lingers

Here he stands, in the silence

 

Like a statue of marble

Carved with beauty

He doesn’t crave, never wonders

How it feels to love another

 

He doesn’t think, he doesn’t eat

He doesn’t take or try to keep

He doesn’t steal, he doesn’t feel

Trapped inside, without pride

He never lives, never dies

 

A shadow paints itself among darkness

And the statue creaks in the silence

The stone cracks and trembles

As the figure of light draws near

Deep within he can hear

 

He hears a voice, he hears the birds

He hears the water, and how it roars

He hears the wind, he hears the storm

He breaks the the silence and can’t take anymore

 

The silence his home, now destroyed

He opens his eyes and focuses his mind

He sees death for he is no longer blind

He looks upon the shadow and feels its design

 

As he moves, the statue crumbles

He reaches out and trembles

He feels fear and doesn’t know why

He lets out a cry in the night sky

 

She moves into the light and gazes into his eyes

He moves towards her in his disguise

She sees through the mask and wonders

He sees her shadow and feels the thunder

 

The silence is broken, the statue has crumbled

The darkness is torn, the ground ripped asunder

Silent and frozen, dark and cold

Together they forge the land and mold

Their own perfect world, in the silence

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

I liked the imagery here. In a broader sense breaking silence causes lots of destruction too. I liked this one. Well written.

[Dillan Courtright]

I appreciate the comment, and the rating. This poem is rather old, and I'd really like to see you stick around to see my newer ones! Thanks for reading! :)

[Najam Us Saher]

Yep....sure you're welcome