Silence
I'm staring at a timeless church an eery strained quiet looms, in pained silence i wait as a winters chill, gradually and perversely marks my soft skin like barely
noticable blemmishes, but the winters chill ever cruel does not stop there , like intangible spikes it penetrates my very flesh an unsettling tearing as my skin
buckles to the icey advances of some unwanted force a sound of a sadists glee enters my sacred mind.
As this pain worsens I go limp, some how as if unforseen blood loss from an invisible leech is cognealing my very blood as I freeze in silence a unknown pain
takes grip of my feeble body I lose consciousness and think is this why people suddenly die...
my pick up arrives for work blessed I am, I recollect what a unknown silence for London, for London is a city that's never quiet there are night buses every 30
minutes.
Overwhelmed by concern I look back as if a part of me has died, as it screams silent screams for me to return I never will as the chill forever torments the part
I left behind...
©️JimWanderer/Lonewandererpoetry
noticable blemmishes, but the winters chill ever cruel does not stop there , like intangible spikes it penetrates my very flesh an unsettling tearing as my skin
buckles to the icey advances of some unwanted force a sound of a sadists glee enters my sacred mind.
As this pain worsens I go limp, some how as if unforseen blood loss from an invisible leech is cognealing my very blood as I freeze in silence a unknown pain
takes grip of my feeble body I lose consciousness and think is this why people suddenly die...
my pick up arrives for work blessed I am, I recollect what a unknown silence for London, for London is a city that's never quiet there are night buses every 30
minutes.
Overwhelmed by concern I look back as if a part of me has died, as it screams silent screams for me to return I never will as the chill forever torments the part
I left behind...
©️JimWanderer/Lonewandererpoetry