You can hear it clearly Its so loud The silence Making no noise Yet audible That silence that follows a bang Making the ears ring The heart beat fast And make you smell blood Its not fear What it is Is this that Was there Then faded so sudden Is this that Was alive and noisy Then became silent Is this that Was Vibrant Then became dormant Is this that Was so good Then became evil That you stop Thinking Hearing Feeling For just a wee second That all you hear Comes so loud That all that you see Comes so clear An insight of things yet unknown
Yes toubab I do keep records of my scribbles , perhaps they would one day qualify as poems. Thanks for your comment on shadows. The rambling mind just makes me scribble at times even I find the words I put down intriguing, but like I said its just me scribbling sense and nonsense.
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Posted - 02 Jun 2008 : 02:39:22
