Silence, I welcome it like a gift,
Treasure my solitude,
Hope for no disturbance,
Love what you hear,
Pray that no one will discover you,
As the blade slides across your wrist,
Carefully, waiting, for what is to come,
Nothing but the Cold Night's Silence
Says a lot within a few words. The last line is so final. This line, 'Love what you hear', makes one stop and think. It contrasts silence, but even when everything is quiet, one can hear things. So the question is, 'What does it refer to? ' A good poem because it lets the reader wonder and, in this case, hope that there will be a door opening and a new sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so real so good....it discribe the silence well, but what's the blade