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by Robert Daniel Long Dec 1, 2010 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
It's quiet here No ones around Not a sound is uttered No movement heard I long to speak But the words are hushed By the silence Not a sound is made As the breeze Brushes my face And tussles my hair It's almost to much to bear This silence It's like being embraced By a void As I reach out for you I try to speak But the words fall silent This quiet is deafening And I yearn to be heard My mouth forms words But not one Escapes from my lips They're held captive By silence The birds won't sing The crickets won't chirp Out of fear I'm awakened and realize It was but a dream And I fear no more For it was played out In the quiet of my mind For a moment I was held captive By silence copyrighted material 2010