Rhythmic Silence

My safe haven, resides in my room

Music echoes all over my room, bearing a mind of it's own

In my safe haven, I call my room, I shall not frown

Calm and collected, this room bares no secrets

My heart beats in my chest 

The quietness becomes a sensation 

Like a high, without any drugs 

The walls feel as if they're speaking to me

The wind blows in, without a speck of warning

And me?

Lil' o' me lays and reminisces 

Listening to my heart beat and my music,

Yearning for more rhythmic silence

This poem is about: 
Me

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