The Silence

The Silence

A Poem by phoenix on the rise
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problem of humans

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Words flow out like an endless stream of distraction,
a rush of hopes and dreams hiding the fear within.
The darkness lurks inside,
sheltered by the insecurity of the hopeful fool.
Hidden in the depths of our hearts,
taking pleasure when it is most present.

Friends hold back its grasp,
Family help deny its existence.
Lovers hold it in place,
And life helps it to sleep.

But in the darkest hour,
it is born again.
The companionship fades,
and the darkness soon returns.

Conversations quell its rage,
potent weapons against the always present monster.
Happiness laughs at his anger,
the only thing which he learns to understand.
Loneliness mocks his strength,
the only true rival to his evil.

But in the darkest hour,
it is born again.
The companionship fades,
and the darkness soon returns.

When all words die,
and all self-worth fades,
the silence returns once again.

The scourge of all sane men,
and the bane of all hopeful fools.

© 2010 phoenix on the rise


Author's Note

phoenix on the rise
destroy at will

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Added on February 24, 2010
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