Sadness of Silence
This is the danse macbre that keeps on moving
where the requiem we hear keeps on thumpin and grooving
The play where even with our best intentions laid
Even in the quietest moments
The devils will still come out to play
In this world of booms and buds,
with wars waged and mortars bust
where the shrill of the news is only drowned by
the schreeching breaks of a bus
where violence exists in blasts and thuds
remember that
Even in the quietest moments
red buttons are pushed
We know that silence is golden,
but today it's only 2 karats worth
where conversation and computated beeps and boops
take the place of a wind's gentle swoosh
we flood our senses with every sound imaginable
to never sort the noises out
never leaving ourselves a second to be deaf,
Even in the quietest moments
insanity might be all that is left
So a moment to yourself is all you crave
where personalized ringtones and IM beeps fill up your days
where you tell a close aquiantence
that you just hunger for silence
while screaming over the speakers
at this season's Gala rave, still
Even in the quietest moments
They wouldn't hear what you had to say
So desire your nonsense, your comedic relief,
you'll never rid yourself of the social disease
our need for company, and yearn for truth in lies
its not the screams and shouts that drown it out
Even in the quietest of moments
No one will hear you cry
written for Tim's 'Even in the quietest moments' any form goes challenge; done in free verse
By spyboygreen
© 2006 spyboygreen
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