Quietness

In the tranquility of the evening, a quietness falls

Where hearts are weighty, and spirits low

No words can break the stunning walls

Of dejection that appears to develop perpetually

Be that as it may, in the tranquil, there is a sure harmony

A quiet that relieves the distraught soul

Where inconveniences and stresses begin to stop

What's more, comfort and solace are not difficult to track down

The fact that we genuinely hear makes it in the quiet

The murmurs of our deepest considerations

The feelings of dread that we hold close and close

The fantasies that we have endlessly battled

So let the quietness be a companion, not enemy

For in its profundities, our actual selves begin to show.