Wait

pretty much my stab at descriptive poetry

Tranquility, the thick silence engulfs the senses.

I breath deep the calm, stilled air

My eyes close, the drapes are drawn

My soul no longer for those to bear

 

I sit, careful not to move.

The feeling is fleeting, I hope to preserve it.

In my silence, I revell at life.

The world moves around my immobile form.

 

Drops, suddenly disrupt my Eutopic moment.

Thunderious drops elicit from the sink

As if bombs have shattered the sound barrier

The doors of the mind have been slammed shut

 

I stand in my lathargic moment

Stretching my limbs of the silent magic

The room speeds, the world returns, I embed the moment

everlasting, ever silent, ever free

within my own psyche 

Author's Note

it is what it is. There may be a made up word or two in this one as well, I don't really know