The sweet bliss of silence by m.n.i.w
Date: Monday, 6th April 2015 @ 03:03:19 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: mniw
The sweet bliss of silence.
As loud as white noise.
A crowd of imaginative beings bless me with their presence.
When I need company, they never fail to show.
When everyone else fled the scene.
They never chose to go.
I prefer emptiness because I've grown accustom.
The world never interjects on my realities.
I'm like a living ghost.
Transparent to most.
I see the world as a vast land of clouded minded beings.
Though I'm present.
The world is blind, incapable of seeing.
The cloudiness never seems to fade, so not much of a spotlight comes my way.
Barely just a face in the crowd.
I usually talk to the walls I'm confined to.
Or myself, the only one comfortable. With my story.
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