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Monday, April 25, 2016

Day 25: Silence Calls

Today's prompt is to use a line from a favourite poem to write a a new poem.


A favourite line of mine is from the end of the poem The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bag, but a whimper."

 Silence Calls


It is the silence that echoes--
The silence that grows.
I am afraid sometimes
Of the silence.
I want noise echoing down the halls,
Music,
Television,
Something,
But there is nothing but silence
Growing in volume.
My ears filling with blood,
Pumping,
Pulsing,
Banging around my temples,
And this is how I fear my end,
Not with a whimper,
But a bang.

From MorgueFile

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