Quiet

a poem about how distracting the quiet can be

There isn’t much sound in the house tonight.

Oh, wait;

the TV is on,

playing an old show everyone watches late at night.

A show that welcomes insomniacs, artists, sad, and lonely people.

There isn’t much sound in the house tonight.

Oh, wait;

the fan is on full speed,

blowing around the aroma of sadness and loneliness.

The aroma is familiar to anyone up at this time.

There isn’t much sound in the house tonight.

Oh, wait;

my heart is breaking a hole in my chest.

The sound is loud and I worry

it will wake everyone.

my heart plays the song of heartbreak,

But it repeats the same ear-splitting note.

There isn’t much sound in the house tonight.

Oh, wait;

my mind is racing,

it’s replaying our last conversation.

It shows me your smile,

your hug,

your wave.

There isn’t much sound in the house tonight,

yet somehow, I can’t sleep.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Josef]

sweet writing... I love the twist