Silence

January 22, 2018
By MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
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I don't know how to write about silence
Sometimes
it's a sunken scream uttered to none and all
Sometimes
It's a fly creeping across a cream colored board
Or
An instrument longing for its strings to be painted with a bow
Or
A thousand thanking eyes staring at a burned seam of the sky
Even
The time just before words which are never said but never forgotten
Even
A tree growing to only to fall and be taken from its ground
Sometimes
Alive
Sometimes
Not



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