There is no signs coming from my phone
Just the silence of the ends of the earth
A death to call my own
That I created by pressing a single button and letting it fade to nothing
Like the quiet in my heart when I see my mirro face
The tears that drip down my face
Without sound and without want
Just dropping to the ground in a mute world
As all of it turns grey
Or never had any color anyway
For it was always quiet here in my head
And so my phone is silent as I write and take my messages
My messages to no one but
My pretend friends
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Wednesday, 16 March 2016
15/03 Silence
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