Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm,
then the gods of wrath descend
and tear apart the fabric of life,
continuity, saneness, that binds us together
and then there is eerie silence once more..

It feels that the storm has not abated still
the winds can start blowing any time now
trees will be uprooted and houses torn apart
Inhabitants will become vagabonds again
heavens will open up and cry floods
lightning will strike the place we hide..

Eerie silence has descended on me
the void inside me is very quiet now
waiting for the next onslaught of emotions
waiting for the fury to be unleashed
can I drown in this slush of my own making
can I sleep for sometime before I burn..

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@zyborg nice metaphor of the Eerie Silence before and after the storm, one that may be brought on by the forces of nature or that which happens inside the self..


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