When Silence is Earsplitting
And a word is wished for...
"Shhhhhh, I'm working" were the dismissive words I said.
"I just want to converse with you" he sighed, and shook his head.
Looking at his empty chair, I weep for all those words unsaid.
Echoes quietly fill this room; his voice no longer heard.
Never again will I hear from him another spoken word.
Cancer reared its ruthless head, so callous and unkind.
Endless is the piercing silence, that he left behind.
About the Creator
Kate Bolton
Growing up, the woods at the end of my street led to a lovely stream with a tiny waterfall; I called it 'Clover Falls'. I would sit near the stream with a pad and pen writing poetry and stories, dreaming of becoming a famous poet one day.
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