(I) <br /> <br />First note sounds. <br />flooded silence in this cold, empty city <br />that isn’t actually <br />empty. <br />Through the greyrain splattered window(s) <br />Bell ringing <br />Cold cradle rocking. <br /> <br />(II) <br /> <br />Black ebony <br />flashes across the square <br />(everyone wears Black <br />nowadays) <br />An everlasting funeral <br />for a hollow soul <br />whom <br />nobody <br />knows. <br /> <br />(III) <br /> <br />Mister (or missus) <br />soandso <br />died <br />yesterday (or <br />the day before <br />) Rain falling <br />so clichéd it’s laughable <br />(but no one is laughing.) <br /> <br />(IV) <br /> <br />Lost count <br />bell ringing <br />notes resounding deep and <br />dark <br />in the cold, empty city <br />emptied of souls <br />cold with the fake shadow of Death <br />haunting the city. <br /> <br />(V) <br /> <br />Pretending to be alive <br />Corpse blinking <br />Through a dead man’s eyes. <br />His eyes. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The bell stops ringing <br />and the fading silence is <br />so Hollow <br />it hurts.<br /><br />Perfection Is Flawed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-hollow-silences/
