The silence
Deafening
As in the yard
Where the graves lie
Quiet and still
Not a sound
Where once there was
A beating heart
Now
Nothingness
If there is such a thing....
The sound of the ocean waves
Pierces
Your consciousness
For it is the blood
That carouses through
And that which you created
With love and passion
Drowns
In the bloody grave
Of your creation
If only to be
Flushed out
To make you feel
Whole again
And safe
From pain
Or so you think
