January 31, 2009
By Tricia Beck-Peter BRONZE, Plant City, Florida
Tricia Beck-Peter BRONZE, Plant City, Florida
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Ebbs and Flows
Gathers and Grows
Waxing and Waning
Growing and Gaining
Growls and Rumbles
Crashes and Tumbles
With the force of a thousand waves
Contained in a heartbeat and a thousand days
Veiled in the cloak of a moonless night
Illuminated in gold sunlight
Tinged with the sorrows of a hundred deaths
Filled with the life of a thousand breaths
Silence pierces through the air
It rings with the power of a trumpets blare
Silence is patient, Silence can wait
Until the final breath you take
And in it takes to fill its place
Assuring you will never wake
The silence of the atmosphere
The silence of a thousand fears
The silence no one ever hears
The silence ringing in your ears
The silence
The silence
The bittersweet silence

The author's comments:
Yay! My first emo poem! Have you ever noticed that sometimes the loudest things are the ones you can't hear? How in moments of terror, any sound would be welcomed because silence is terrifying. Silence is the bi-product of being alone, completely alone. When there is silence, you are left alone with nought but yourself, face to face with your flaws. Silence is scary.

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nanabeck said...
on Feb. 17 2009 at 2:14 am
I love this poem. The last line is unable to be read, thus, SILENCE, very appropriate!

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