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Silence

Silence was my sickness,
                  my terminal condition,
Playing games with my reality
and chords to shape my vision.

My silence was suspending
                    was my own
                      and with a whimper,

  I saw my world end in mute.

Speaking volumes of existance
In a stifled, fading voice...

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  • Riftkin gold member
    August 31, 2007

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    My silence was suspending
    was my own and with a whimper,

    I saw my world end in mute.




    to die in silence
    right now sounds great to me


  • Swan song gold member
    August 25, 2007

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    I like this it is well written and croons along. This poem found a sweet spot in my heart. Very good


  • Mansoor
    July 11, 2007

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    Your words come so powerful and so deep to me. I love this beautiful write and i loved the flow and the damn damn good imagery which is very nice. I appreciate u for this one, beautiful written piece from u. thanks for sharing this piece of work with everyone. hope to read more of yours


  • darell
    July 11, 2007

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    Deafening!

    A very powerful and explosive write
    that speaks volumes in the purity of silence.
    An intriguing poem that captures the audiences
    attention extremely well. Well done!