Silence

I sit in my room
The midnight candle burning
The only sound,
Is the ceiling fan turning.

Lonely places
No familiar faces
Just things that stare
Walls, chairs, a table, empty space

Laughter,
Talking voices,
In my head
It’s the music of beautiful noises.

Sometimes we all sit
With things,
And feelings,
All bottled up in silence.

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