Silence Poem by angel lockheart

The words that came so easily,
Now leave me dead in wake,
My mind it seems so empty,
As if this will be my last fate.
A head with so many highways,
All have come to a screeching halt,
Pileups a mile high,
Bodies everywhere in sight.
No one loner remains alive,
To carry a single thought,
No one to clean up the dead;
What has always been is naught.
I hope this will not be,
The last poem inked from my head,
There’s so much more that needs to be written,
So much more that needs to be said…

I hope this silence comes to an End.