Silence short poem

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He could but dread the feel of it
The disturbing silence of children back home as adults
Even the sub conscious silence of heavy steps in his broken world of isolation
The mocking silence of the crumbled currency lying naked on the side table
Endorsing the raped silence of a caged marital relationship
. The silence of that timeless moment between the cocking of the unfired revolver ,
When time stood still
The licking of lips of an anonymous predator and the promise of his just deserts,
Till the silent feast became more worthy of a hannibal lector
.The silence of the drop of sweat resting on that dry lip,trying to consumate with his eager
A buried corpse talking to a new dimension living with a bit more purpose
..Waiting eternally in that vacum.. listening to those sounds of silence

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