Silence

Silence

Walking down the lane again,
I follow the silent grimes of the night
where every hour, I hear the same
silent woods,
runnel,
words,
rues,
anguish,
heart,
inflictions,
void,
and the same silent time.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and powerful poem. I always like a quiet place where the real sounds of life can appear. I like your description and the ending to the poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote