SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN
Deathly silence like we had been moved to purgatory
I squirmed and waited for a sign of life
But the silence still sang a song in my ear
And over there they stood frowned
While I drowned for the fourth time over
I gasped for air and nothing happened
I sank to my knees in despair
The world seemed to stop and it turned
While I sat like a stopped clock
Battery dead, fuse severed clean
And the ground came nearer to my eyes
As it spun around the great span
It covered me and swallowed me
Lost in fake plastic wood sheets
I last saw my feet straight ahead of me
Worn black shoes begged the last care of my eyes
(written on the 7th July 2009)
(c) Shane Simmons 2009
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