EERIE SILENCE- THAT'S ALL MATTERS
The eerie silence, within us
a non space silent and wondering,
not an iota of substance,
for all things going on around,
only a response with emotions.
A detached watch guard sometimes pulled along
ultimately to return where it belonged.
Even tiny tots possess within,
this eerie silence wondering more,
gaping innocent eyes confused to follow,
why to absorb whats offered in a platter.
Even great achievers feel this pinch,
for returning to this self exploring,
quiet inevitable as loneliness creeps in.
The world moves on and on lots happening
we are aware somewhere we do not exist,
north pole to the south vast expanse expanding,
deep within in all minds a small world rests
that's what we carry when we retreat.
Death brings the end for us, our mind still...
the stand still is an eerie silence,
that's the nothingness we follow resting within.
Human mind after all, is but an eerie silence
that's what we call the sixth sense,
an eerie silence to hold on within.
The eerie silence of self. Well written. Thanks for sharing, Rajeshwari Peace
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The feeling of being alone and lost. Wondering what to do? what will happen is frightening too.There are no answers to our questions. Only emotions engulfs us. nice.