All is silent save the waves,
No sparrows chirp their tune
No eagles stretch their view
Simply the lake and I
Should I make noise?
Can I be the first to speak?
Perhaps those birds will hear my speech?
Then that awful silence will break
I scream upon the tranquil space
Raw and reckless, stripped of grace
Will anyone hear–will anyone take?
There is no response from the lake
My thoughts echo in the silence
Again, I scream to no avail
Slumping down I slip in,
My body splashing with a great all hail
As I sink the show is clear
Ripples are sent far and near
No trace remains of where I fell
Gone with me, my noise.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
All is silent save the waves,
No sparrows chirp their tune
No eagles stretch their view
Simply the lake and I
Should I make noise?
Can I be the first to speak?
Perhaps those birds will hear my speech?
Then that awful silence will break
I scream upon the tranquil space
Raw and reckless, stripped of grace
Will anyone hear–will anyone take?
There is no response from the lake
My thoughts echo in the silence
Again, I scream to no avail
Slumping down I slip in,
My body splashing with a great all hail
As I sink the show is clear
Ripples are sent far and near
No trace remains of where I fell
Gone with me, my noise.
A take on existentialism I guess.
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