Watching. Listening. Waiting.
Music. Guns. Screams. Engines. TV.
Death around. People hating.
Why can’t they just see?
Homework. Appointments. Chaos.
The hectic nonsense of the world around me
I am here, but I am not
People hear, but they don’t listen
Maybe they just forgot?
The words are not the meanings
The sounds are not the symphony
They do not catch the gleanings,
That is spoken in the quiet
Silence is the key, to unlock the mystery
You can’t hear it in the riot
Who are you?
Who am I?
What are you here to do?
Can you hear it if you never try?
You can’t hear yourself if you don’t listen
You already have your wings. You just need to fly
Silence is the key
To unlock the mystery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! I know what you mean. Excellent poem, Eve. Thanks for sharing