Sinister Silence

Quiet.

Without you around,

it's alien.

O you, who have

burdened my ears with

your raspberry tongue and

high-piched laugh,

Booming bellow and crazy

Cackle.

What I hate

I'm now accustomed.

Quiet.

Without you around,

it's alien.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

" different" but in a fresh, innovative way... Your metaphors and imagery are vibrant.

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