Whispers in the Silence
A Poem of Loneliness and Lingering Hope
In the silence of an empty room,
A single echo finds its way,
Where shadows dance in twilight's gloom,
And dreams of joy have gone astray.
A heart that beats in quiet pain,
Longing for a voice to hear,
But in this space, no whispers reign,
Just the cold embrace of fear.
Yet in the dark, a hope may rise,
That someday, love will pierce the skies.
About the Creator
Seattle Nightlife Report: Pony
Mid-winter Friday night. Early but already so dark. The days are getting longer but 6 PM is still pitch black. “Firepit!” You declare things after just a few seconds of solemn thought – not a request or suggestion, not a demand. Last week you walked around saying, “Hot tub?” to anyone who would listen. Or one afternoon you pointed at two men holding hands as they crossed 12th Avenue, looked me in the eyes and said, “Boyfriends.”
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet7 days ago in Wander
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