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[aid] => mick
[title] => Silence
[time] => 2004-07-31 04:17:55
[hometext] => the title speaks for itself.
[bodytext] => There is silence all around. All I hear is the chattering of a distant Television. I hear in the passing roar of vehicles. While I am sitting in the dark, the sound of the distant silence is what keeps me company. As the sun rises, and the early morning hours begin to peak, a new silence reaches my ear. The people are awake and moving. I hear their voices dancing around me, like the planets dance around the never ceasing sun. I hear the clinking of dishes in the kitchen showing the life in the home. The voices of the people come to me, and I hear from myself a voice. Above all this noise and clatter, one sound is the loudest of all. The silence is so loud it over takes all the other senseless chatter. I don’t know how this silence has Become the loudest part of my life. It engulfs my brain, a dark blanket clouding over all my thoughts. The silence has to mean something, it became a bigger part of my life with age. I felt it growing, it grew. The way I felt the growth was like a mother watching a child grow. A sense of pride, excitement, and worry was always there. As I feel more people leave, this shadowing silence grows more rapidly with power. The more days I feel the sense of being alone, the more this silent monster takes my life. One day the shadowed silence will suck the last of my hopes of someone coming to be with me. Then I will be meant to be alone. With that final day, hour, minute to moment I will be lost. Till the day the silence wins I will wait hoping for one to set me free. He will make the world alive again, he will make the sound no longer distant. He will make the silence fade into the shadows. For now I will listen to the distant chatter, and wait, and listen to the loud approaching silence. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Iesha [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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