In the calmness of the night.
Not a word, not a fright.
Silence...that we crave for.
Not a sound..in our minds starts a war.
We sit there, sweat in a downpour.
Our hands shake, like many times before.
Anxiety starts again, our nerves begin.
How do we get out of this silent sin?
Just a low whisper and a movement in the eyes.
Everyone just act surprised.
What do we get from this ..a time of regret.
Of the wanderers we have never met.
Fallen Moments of a time in the past.
Silence..of the ones unmasked.
Listen closely to the echoes of your voice.
Silent murmurs of the whispers we once called noise.
©terrylin53
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