Silent Night

The awkward silence chokes him.
giving us double hearing
that cause our hear to dribble
like any cast away ball trying to get
through the hole of a new life.
The silence kept on increase in
volume- consuming us with the
'what next theory'
The silence diced the time into motion figure trails-
He waited for the word- a word
to illuminate the mystic aroma of silenceness.
he waited for waves to finally break
mysterious vacuum of the weather.

poem by C.F Francis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!