THIRTY FOUR : In silence

Silence …
It feels like the empty spaces
Vacant thoughts, blank and foreboding.
Things that have been said,
And then a sudden gap;
All words fall silent.
Cradling heads in sorrow
Look of burdened unfriendly empathy
Voices that flow constantly
When removed leave voids
In time and in space

If ever silence were to be victor,
Let it be in final moments
When darkness covers everything
And syllables lose meanings.