The words that came so easily, <br />Now leave me dead in wake, <br />My mind it seems so empty, <br />As if this will be my last fate. <br />A head with so many highways, <br />All have come to a screeching halt, <br />Pileups a mile high, <br />Bodies everywhere in sight. <br />No one loner remains alive, <br />To carry a single thought, <br />No one to clean up the dead; <br />What has always been is naught. <br />I hope this will not be, <br />The last poem inked from my head, <br />There’s so much more that needs to be written, <br />So much more that needs to be said… <br /> <br /> I hope this silence comes to an End.<br /><br />angel lockheart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-362/
