Silence

The rolling waves sigh in hushed tones

moaning their deep grey misery 

to the creaking boards of the heavy ships,

whoever will stand and listen. 

They batter the cold black wharves,

seeping in through fissures and cracks,

welling up at the feet of the forlorn

like pools of salty tears. 

In little rivets the water runs 

through the streets of the empty city

grey and dull and devoid of life

dead from the plague called war. 

Reviews

[Diana]

Beautiful. There is an excellent flow to this piece. It never felt feigned or contrived. I like the dark imagery: grey, black, etc; it really helped communicate the tone.

[Zan]

Thank you!! :)