Sitting, listening to voices;
harsh, calm, strange-
and silent.
Waiting for something
to happen-
For perhaps a miracle...
When this turbulent sea
of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade...
But before that
there'll be that ominous,
almost disconcerting calm...
harsh, calm, strange-
and silent.
Waiting for something
to happen-
For perhaps a miracle...
When this turbulent sea
of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade...
But before that
there'll be that ominous,
almost disconcerting calm...
Comments
"When this turbulent sea
of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade..."
Good to see your new blog. Thanks for the link.
:)
to happen-
For perhaps a miracle...
It was while that i waited
for mircale to happen
but they happen when you try to make things happen I guess
Thank you for visiting my blog...
Very nice, powerful poem. Enjoyed it much and will be back for more!