Not a word, not a single sound,
be quiet my child, be silent.
If death comes today,
he shall not see you, be silent.
Be silent, my child,
and I shall not feel you ashes
snowing down on me tommarow.
Shhh. Not a word. Here comes death.
A contest entry
- Silence by insearchofsweetness.
875 points, ended January 7, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Creative! A story of a poem and you tell it well!
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This is very intersting. Nice Write.
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