Silence Is Not Golden

I wrote a poem a long time ago, a few lines of which I could remember, having lost the original, but couldn't recall the entire thing. So I rewrote it. It's much shorter and simpler than the original, but it has more meaning to me.

Silence:

 

Alone, I hate the word, ferociously.

 

In silence one is captive to one's own thoughts-

 

Those we fear to dwell on in a crowd.

 

The silence of solitude is never golden.

 

It is oxidized steel.

 

 

 

 

 

Silence:

 

With you beside me, I do not fear it.

 

In silence I am captivated by your essence-

 

The sense of you that defies all senses.

 

This sacred silence is more than golden.

 

It is without equal.

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

Very well written. I also like that you showed both sides. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[-Adam-]

I like how you listed both sides of the word. I beleive it give the readers more to think about when you present two sides. It lets them for their own opinion about a subject. Good work!