Silent (a poem)

A silence fills the room.  So quiet..

A little too quiet.   Like a pin drop hitting the ground slowly like hearing a creepy voice from a scary movie.

Silence is golden.   Maybe not so golden.

Sometimes we need to be silent.

Sometimes we need to hear dead air.        Like echoes or whispers from tales in ghost stories.

Sometimes silence is better than talking.

 

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