An abstract explanation of the value of silence and solitude, this poem describes the feeling of being unnaturally alone in a world where we rarely are.
Close the door
Feel the breath rush
Into your chest
And make a home for a moment
A comfort, absent not wanting
Have you ever been alone?
Dark stairwells long after closing hours
Highway rest stops deserted and obscure
Your identity suspended
And the air is just a little bit crooked
Isn't it perfect?
Not deeper into the congested woods
Just on the threshold of emptiness
The eyes, the ears that held captive the world
Become you, sucked under the
Quicksand surface, drowning
You are the night among the stars
There is no trust no sober faith
To afford or betray
Your dignity remains, your duty
Not to be the subject of the noise
But the master of the silence
Maybe it's better
It was in those tucked away spaces
Alone, never lonely
For a moment, know yourself
In silence, who are you?
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