Silence is empty
But only of sound
Its filled with many thoughts
Enough you could drown

It can take many forms
To each their own
Just like a reflection
Of what you would rather, keep unknown

It can be blissful
Once you exit the ring
Relaxing your muscles
Like the first warmth of spring

It can be scary
Lonely and deep
Echoing the feeling
Deep in your chest, as you go to sleep

For good or for bad
Silence is rare
No matter what kind
It is like a heard prayer