Sound Of Nothing

Then
there is the
sound of nothing

after
we bid our bad
goodbye, we fell into

the
loop of unheard
stories and our

tongues
are tied to old
oak trees.

And
the sound of
nothing cannot echo

when
we are too speechless
to utter our sentiments.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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