Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
Words say everything,
but does silence tell far more?
Gazing within your empty well,
dropping copper down an endless vaccume
I reflect and see myself.
Have I been as distant, uncaring and unappreciative
as your silence seems to be?
Will I get back
what I give out,
Should I even think to think that?
Is restlessness my consequence,
your silence my answer?
Replies echo not as your cooling bricked expanse
grows a bit deeper.
I'll gaze farther down tomorrow
dropping the same, old copper
Asking the same, old questions
watching the same, old silence staring