stuck here in blithe silence,
my mind evades my own thoughts
i like the feeling, to be consumed of everything
in quiet nothings that tick at your soul.
catch up with time, and
question its own anxiety to pull forward
with all tragedies it brings
rusted smiles play on your lips, some effigy
of your lost soul. a cadence breathes through me, reminding
me how I revered you. disappointment flashes its wings, just for me.
now it is only the silence that holds me tight
a/n- Hello everyone, I'm new to this site. This is my first poem on this site. I would love all constructive comments on this