The Thing Most Feared

June 30, 2009
By Epsilon PLATINUM, Eureka, California
Epsilon PLATINUM, Eureka, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."


The Stillness slips in quietly:
One by one they fade, so subtly
Graying on the mantelpiece
No matter many times you dust them.
After all, it's not like you have
Anything else to do!
No destinations, no voices
For silence to hide behind now, just
Quiet rot. You knew it was there all along,
Didn't you!
But screams die quickly, with only sleeping air
To feed them. Nothing left but
The act of disappearing.
And so you do, leaving behind
Dust motes, dentures,
And a broken clock.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my greatest fear- the silence, the pointlessness of an empty house with nothing but memories and dust and the ticking of an old clock about to run down. This poem is about the act of disappearing.

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