Nothing Is Sound Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

In this world of chaos and despair
Where voices fade and silence is rare
There is a force that roars within
A symphony of noise that refuses to thin
Nothing is sound, it's a mere illusion
For every beat and rhythm is just a fusion
Of life and death, joy and pain
A constant battle, a never ending reign
It echoes in the screams of the broken
And in the laughter of the outspoken
It's the lyrics of a restless mind
And the thunder in the stormy kind
It's the pounding of a metal heart
And the clash of swords in a deadly art
It's the wailing of a grieving soul
And the roar of a lion in control
Nothing is sound, it's all in our heads
The thumping of our hearts, the words left unsaid
It's the melody of our every breath
And the symphony of life that leads to death
It's the scream of the rebel in the night
And the whisper of a lover in plain sight
The howling of the wolves in the moonlit sky
And the silence of a teardrop as it falls from an eye
Nothing is sound, it's an expression of life
A reflection of our struggles, our battles, our strife
It's the power that fuels our very existence
A constant reminder of our persistence
It's the roar of a crowd in a stadium
And the lullaby of a mother's sweet anthem
It's the bells of a church ringing in prayer
And the roar of engines in a race in mid-air
It's the silence between two heartbeats
And the thundering sound of a heart that never retreats
It's the chaos in a mind that never sleeps
And the solace in a soul that forever weeps
Nothing is sound, it's all just vibrations
A constant reminder of our emotions and sensations
It's the music that we dance to in the dark
And the lyrics that we scream out in the park
It's the distorted guitars and heavy drums
And the lyrics that make our hearts go numb
It's the genre of life, the metal in our veins
The adrenaline rush that runs through our chains
It's the battle cry of soldiers in war
And the humming of engines in a plane that soars
It's the cry of a newborn in the arms of its mother
And the last breath of a dying man, no other
Nothing is sound, it's all just a symphony
A melody that follows us through life's journey
It's the noise that we create and call our own
A reminder that we are never truly alone
So embrace the chaos, the noise, the screams
For in this world, nothing is as it seems
For nothing is sound, it's just a reflection
Of the life we live, our every connection.

Authorship by Mr Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
® Nothing Is Sound