Shivering Silence
Where do you go to invoke silence in your mind?
Shiver wakes the silence, echoing from the caverns of sensibility; shredding, I am shredding, never still.
Ignited by persistent idealism, smothering rising winds of my infirmities; heart inflamed, palpitations intensifying.
Lurred by a liberating landscape of dark skies, and launching stars that are leading; looming shadows are disappearing, no longer lurking.
Elation returns among the protection of frosted eaves- eaves I cast my worth upon to hold my burdened essence; exhilarating warmth rises from the escarpment.
Nurturing my own value that long has been neglected, invasive weeds posing as my needs; nudging closer, ever closer to the edge of my necessities.
Cold air exhales my cognition. Made into song by waking, cawing, crows; calm, I am calm
Exburent early morning silences exclamations- exclamations after every thought rising and exploding; euphoric serenity reminds me of my existence.
About the Creator
Hyde Wunderli
Enthusiast of gothic romanticism and strong themes.
Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.
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You took me to the glorious silence of an early morning rise✨ Artfully written!