SILENCE
Between the storms
Or perhaps in its eye
There is this perfect
Silence.
Where every invasive
Thought, even
Every invasive action
Stops
And all this pain
And everything it was
And is and will be again
Staggers
Hold that storm
Keep that eye from moving
And catching me again
Screaming
Or perhaps in its eye
There is this perfect
Silence.
Where every invasive
Thought, even
Every invasive action
Stops
And all this pain
And everything it was
And is and will be again
Staggers
Hold that storm
Keep that eye from moving
And catching me again
Screaming
© Darren White
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