Silence hides in the age of noise
Covering behind man-made intrusions
The value of silence either ignored or forgotten
Without a little silence we are all confused
Yet as the outside world bustles there remains one silence
A voice in your head that speaks with no sound
That guides you through your turmoils of days
It speaks louder than anything and always stays
Yet some people attempt to suppress and smother their voice
Afraid or ignorant of the truth it yearns to tell
Maybe our greatest enemy is self-revelation
An endless corridor of dreams and pains in a towering hotel
Is our brain a ticking time bomb itching to blow?
Or does suppression inadvertently cause depression?
Why do we envy the birds and their skies?
Because they do not have to pay thought to their minds.
By Clay Patterson, Contributor
Patterson writes, “I’ve always had a knack for writing and the short and quick format of poems have allowed me to write without worrying too much about finishing a project. I’ve written short stories, but I feel more confident in my poems as they material was written with more belief and emotion behind it than the stories.”
