With your absence present, there is silence,
A strong desire I yearn to achieve.
A perfect sign of my independence,
The greatest gift I could ever receive.
The words you utter are roses with thorns,
Which they come in barrels or in mountains.
Delivering them through flutes or through horns,
Flowing river streams or gushing fountains.
Then sudden silence is now what I hear,
Something I thought to be a surreal lore.
Delight did not come but instead it was fear!
That I could not hear your voice anymore.
This silence is my realization,
That your sweet voice was my true salvation!
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
With your absence present, there is silence,
A strong desire I yearn to achieve.
A perfect sign of my independence,
The greatest gift I could ever receive.
The words you utter are roses with thorns,
Which they come in barrels or in mountains.
Delivering them through flutes or through horns,
Flowing river streams or gushing fountains.
Then sudden silence is now what I hear,
Something I thought to be a surreal lore.
Delight did not come but instead it was fear!
That I could not hear your voice anymore.
This silence is my realization,
That your sweet voice was my true salvation!
"Silence and independence is what a person needs... But at what cost?"
I think it's been a year since I posted my last sonnet here. So, I'm actually glad I made a new piece and posted it here. I seriously miss writing sonnets and stuff. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment your interpretations below. I really like reading what your different interpretations to my work are.
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