Voice of Silence

Just a random poem I wrote for the aisiodoxia. This is a polished version. It's not pretty insightful or anything. Just an amateur attempt

Voice of Silence

Neon lights on, they're on their flight

They're slipping away into the night

No one speaks, and no one listen

But whenever heard, them swords glisten.

I walk around, just like them

But you are above, like a hidden gem

You don't speak, but I hear you

You just come down, I'll be there with you.

Your silence spans, a million miles

In their warmth, I find my smiles

And your silence sings, songs so sweet

And something in me, feels the beat.

What you want, I'll give you that

Just be me, I'll die for that

Then you and me, we'll be bound

At the might of silence, frail is the sound

Arshel Isac Thomas