Dead Silence
Poetry
Published in
1 min readApr 11, 2020
North south east and west,
Any direction I turn,
It is dark.
Dark as night without shining star
and brightening moon,
Neither lights nor lamps on.
If someone near,
if you can hear,
Please answer,
Is this day or night, why am I here?
Why is my whole body shrouded in white linen?
My family, where have they gone?
No response
Still Silence…
Can’t be defined but only be felt.
No sound I hear, not even my own heartbeat.
I am left to live here alone,
Does not matter, my eyes kept closed or open,
Darkness and silence, not so good companions
My first and new experience,
But shall remain for eternity.
“Silence of the grave”,
“Dead silence”,
The idioms now make sense…
