no sound…

often write ’bout the quiet of night…how there’s no sound…just silence…then a car will drive by…train wails…leg drags ‘cross a sheet…back to nothing…nothing…

in Summer cicadas sing…birds chirp early morning prayers…a coffee pot percolates…shower can be heard down the hall…a t.v. next door blurs out white noise…a signal lost…a signal lost…

and then it’s back to quiet…beauty in silence…drinking it every night…taking in what is offered by a god who keeps silent too…this wonder of nothing…of nothing…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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