Silent Rage

Silence of the heart, listens to the mind,
Silence of the mind; has lost all heart.
Both of these, will completely unwind,
Ripping to shreds, tearing the soul apart,
Some seasons, are beautiful to live.
Some reasons will show in detail.
Sounds travel and are what others give.
Sounds of silence, may even curtail,
Rage, along with destruction of love,
Silence of sounds; will never succeed.
Until the Sun, fails, in the sky above,
Then life, as we know it, will recede.

by cecil hickman

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Well versed... nice thought.