The Quiet

The Quiet

A Poem by Arly Parent

It's quiet

I sit here in this calm

the world goes by

 

there's nothing

 

so we follow

we cry out into the silence

 

and it is silent

 

so we follow the quiet

searching for the sound

calling out for one to hear us

 

And i'm alone

 

 

 

I'm quiet

cold and calm

cool and collected

...I'm love?

...I'm hate?

I'm one vicious amalgam that brings you to your knees and drives you to the ground

 

the shadows

gasping for breath

fighting the loss

 

and...

© 2011 Arly Parent


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Wow. Very powerful feeling behind these words. Nicely done. I look forward to reading more of you!

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Arly Parent
Arly Parent

Lantana, FL



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There's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..

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