Silence

A vast plain of snow lies before me, untouched.
Peaceful, pure...perfect.
Crunch
I startle a bird.
The silence is broken.
Moments later, the quiet returns, interrupting the rustle like shattering glass.
It is stubborn, lingering on.
Crunch
My only battle against it.
Crunch
Crunch
Then eternally silent.

I can't write about what I feel anymore.

Words are lost, are never found,
within the cabins, on the deck,
and rumble by, and pass the world,
and giving little more than thought,
it leaves the world for naught.

Silent train is little train,
for little learn to hold a tongue,
and leave the breathless air untouched,
unscorned by words, and never breach,
the silence of the ghostly speech.

Never spoke, but all is heard,
no more letters need they write,
nore spoken language uttered there,
for all are understood by all,
and pass away to night.

It's a silent night
for YWP.

…
*silence*
…

This is an excerpt from a larger piece I'm writing.

“Why don’t you listen to me, Angela?” it was the voice, a whisper, harsh, and without feeling. Cold.
“Hello? Who are you?”
“Angela, leave. Leave before you can’t.”
“Answer me!”

There is pain.
The pain of not knowing.
Caring
But not seeing.
Darkness
That shrouds you
In the blackness
That kills you inside.
You heart aches
With wanting,
Needing,
More that anything,
To know what happened,
But there is only
Silence.

Nobody speaks.
Nobody listens
As you call out,
Drowning in this black shroud
That is keeping you blank
And this wanting,

Under water, at the beach, floating, eyes burst open, silence, that's the keyword, Emily is deaf.

A whistle blew, people screamed. Emily can't hear. The water turns red, thick with blood, Emily feels the pain and jumped out of the water, and was rushed to the hospital.

"A shark bite," Emily's mother said to the doctor.