Silence

 

The suicidal silence

Lingers, hovers over

The entire room.

Like a deafening bomb,

It has dropped and now

It remains

Hanging

Orb-like, above

The heads of every person.

The unbridled quiet

Refuses to be slain.

No words can be spoken

To kill the relentless pause

Within this room.

 

The silence

Never broken.

It clings to everyone

Like Death written

In the air.

 

Reviews

[Andromeda]

i like! i like this a lot! that class is prone to awkward silences.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Like death written in the air"

A splendid line!!! Silence can be a tangible commodity, can it not? This is wonderful poetry. Lydia