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