The Silence of Now
The silence of here and now
breeds the of noise of tomorrow.
Stillness piles up,
a weight behind the eyes,
a hum beneath the skin.
Today barely speaks.
It waits,
lets the future sharpen its edges.
Thenā
the hours come crashing in:
too many voices,
too much light,
all at once.
And we remember
how loud
quiet can be.
We say nothing,
but the clocks keep count.
The air holds secrets
in the corners of rooms.
Thoughts we never spoke
return with teeth.
Time we never spent
shouts for change.
Even sleep
isnāt silent anymore.
Dreams flicker
like faulty bulbs.
And morning arrives
already tired,
already full,
already late.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mindā¤ļø
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Outstanding
I think you will go to sleep now, that is why you have posted this poem, is it ?? ''The Silence of Now''
Oh this was lovely! Quiet but deep. That ādreams flicker like faulty bulbsā lineāchefās kiss! š