Secret sounds have ceased as
In stillness I sit
Listening to nothing but a heartbeat.
Enveloped by the weight of it,
Neglected by lack of noise a
Chaos of unrequested quiet and
Embracing an emotional explosion.
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This is an amazing acrostic poem. Well done.