Silence Poem by Atticus Mortimer

Silence



an emptiness,
the nothing,
now tangible,
as he reaches out,
in the air to grasp it,
but he comes short,
as always,
he stands in silence,
empty-handed,
the darkness encroaching upon him,
and as he stands,
he weeps briny tears,
in deafening silence

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