Quiet Silence Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Even silence bothers me now;
Too much silence and silent people,
Treading their wearied footsteps,
Around dismal streets laid bare
Of morality and life's virtues.

Silent uneventful living abounds
Around my neighbourhood,

And so much silence and quiet-
The quiet disquiets me now.

In the city the silence is loudness;
It rankles; the babbling of idiots
Who seek wisdom among greater idiots,
And so, the mysterious silence deepens,
And deepens.....into a silent chasm.