Hey guys. This is a poem i wrote a while ago, and for a while it has just sat on my userpage, but now I am gonna post it. Tell me what you think.
The Sound
They silenced everything.
He locked himself away.
but no room could protect him,
from the infectious sound.
Quiet echoed off the walls.
Piercing his ears, like arrows.
His eyes are gone.
If he can not hear what he sees,
then what purpose do they serve?
But, his ears still remain.
Because he awaits the day,
he might hear a noise again.
