Silence

Silence is serene.

Silence is solace.

In several ways, silence

saves the savage soul.

Silence is static, strong,

like sky-kissing mountains

circling a sleepy hill town.

Silence is somber

when it stems from sadness.

Silence strives

to sleep over sickening strategies.

Silence confers the childlike sleep upon the soulful,

while it steals the peace of the soulless.

Silence smiles

and silences all conjectures.

For a few, silence is a sweet remedy;

for others, silence is a malady.

For some, silence is a question

impossible to crack.

For others, silence is the answer

to every crux.

For some, silence is a shield.

For others,

the sharpest knife,

the searing scythe.

Most times, aparently silence saves bonds.

At times,

it breaks them

into forms unrecognizable.

Silence wears the face of a silent sage,

yet stands indisputed as 

a symbol of untamed rage.

Life screams.

Death silences.

silence is a voice in itself,

raising walls too high

for unwanted noise to climb.

Silence is a misunderstood path

of peace, of truce.

But when reflected upon deeply,

it says only this:

Get

Out

Of my way.