Silence

Ann Marie Forcadas

Its extent will haunt your core And the positivity isn’t sure Like being stuck in a four-cornered room Absorbing a soundless song That shakes up your soul. Retrieving the sleeping turmoil, Screwed with your own thoughts, As silence widen its roots, You’ll hear your mind whining To stop silence from creeping. But none will ever know Of how silence puts you in throe.