Nothing But Sounds Poem by eve Taylor

No noise,

no extra sounds,

just listening,

to the quiet house,

to outside world,

to the way of the day,

outside,

tires on wet pavement,

passing by today,

I feel,

a cold chill,

keeping me cool,

on this,

quiet,

mid December day,

it may be,

the only thing,

I really feel,

everything else,

a blanketing mask,

unfreezing me,

freeing me,

to be,

to exist,

to be of my own breath,

while my heart beats,

a slowly tick,

as life,

surely,

winds down,

the unending days,

to a one day's,

certain end.