With the Moon

in the evenings there is a loud silence

echoing against the walls

caressing my soul with its vibrations

its felt by the dying blades of grass

in my unkept backyard 

by my roommate drinking his sobriety away

by the homeless man collecting our cans

even the bird outside my window feels it

which i'm sure is why in the mornings

he longs to sing

but when the sun sets

and the moon rises

comes the uncertainty 

of this lonely silence. 

Reviews

[EdgarLovecraft]

good rhythm and good imagery

[Mauricio Montoya]

wow! sound kind of sad like a need to let out, like how it come together as if there was a hidden massage.
Nice work.