SILENCE.

Silence

What's that noise in my head?
It is the silence.

It reverberates throughout

my brain.

I try to catch hold if it but

it will not stay.

I try to let it go but

it will not fade.

I told my brother and my uncle

that nothing is more satisfying

than change;

and all is not lost with change.

Some people claim that change

cannot be had,

but it is like a wildflower,

growing strong against the wind.

It is like the growth of a backhand,

as strong as the grass.

The sun shines high in the sky,

and the clouds are white and puffy.

The night comes and a calmness

settles over the city.

The silence is prominent.

It is there.