The silence of the night is calling;
It echoes through the rain.
Its ambience emits a resonance,
Too vast to contain.
...
I am shaking like a leaf,
drifting on a lonely lake.
But when my roots take hold,
watch the earth around me
...
What vile resides in the hearts of some,
to do such terrors for reasons so selfish and dumb?
...
A child found a castle in the sand.
He proclaimed aloud, 'This is my land! '
The boy wore a paper crown,
And stomped the towers to the ground.
...
Anxiety is an endless hallway
With no doors, no windows, no escape.
Anxiety is a bottomless sea of dread,
Filled with thoughts you can't silence.
...
Silence Of The Night
The silence of the night is calling;
It echoes through the rain.
Its ambience emits a resonance,
Too vast to contain.
It bounces off the trees,
The houses,
And the birds in mid flight.
But it has no melody,
No symmetry,
Just a silence in the night.
You cannot try to contain it.
It's too wild and too free.
Your best course of action,
Is to just let it be.
It serenades everything around it,
With a cold and deafening grace.
There is no sound, to be found, on this earth,
That could ever take its place.
And the nocturnes may try to overwhelm it,
With all their noises and their might.
But nothing is as powerful,
As the silence of the night.