Apr 2016
Do you hear that sound?
That horrible sound.
Do you know what it is?
Is it an iceberg forming?
Crackling and crashing,
Glacier losing its child,
Broken into the ocean,
Lost and adrift forever.
No.
Is it a tree falling?
All alone in the forest,
Nobody to hear it die,
Tumbling towards gravity,
Deadly somersault below.
No.
Is it a heart breaking?
Passions toned down to blank,
And sheets empty and cold, lost.
Unfathomable reason, love gone,
As yet just another year falls away.
No.
Is it a soul weeping?
The sound of shattered glass hitting the floor as she walks out of bed, still mourning the loss of him.
The sound of an empty beer bottle clinking against the bar counter as he remembers the children he can't see.
The sound of a growling stomach as the child rummages through the trash pile seeking to feed his toddler sister.
The sound of martyrs being slain in silence, with not a single eye passing their way.
The sound of a Father's heart breaking as one sheep gets separated from the other ninety-nine.
Yes.
That's the sound.
That horrible sound.
Do you know what it is?
Is it an iceberg forming?
Crackling and crashing,
Glacier losing its child,
Broken into the ocean,
Lost and adrift forever.
No.
Is it a tree falling?
All alone in the forest,
Nobody to hear it die,
Tumbling towards gravity,
Deadly somersault below.
No.
Is it a heart breaking?
Passions toned down to blank,
And sheets empty and cold, lost.
Unfathomable reason, love gone,
As yet just another year falls away.
No.
Is it a soul weeping?
The sound of shattered glass hitting the floor as she walks out of bed, still mourning the loss of him.
The sound of an empty beer bottle clinking against the bar counter as he remembers the children he can't see.
The sound of a growling stomach as the child rummages through the trash pile seeking to feed his toddler sister.
The sound of martyrs being slain in silence, with not a single eye passing their way.
The sound of a Father's heart breaking as one sheep gets separated from the other ninety-nine.
Yes.
That's the sound.
(28/M/Washington State)
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