elizduggan

Writing Life, Real and Imagined

Poetry

Silence, two ways.

 

you can’t even tell
i think,
as it wraps you up
(the quiet)
insidiously
pulls you
’til you’re far away
and then
caught and undertowed
you’re so
peacefully floating
alone
(you don’t even know)
you’re gone.
you’re gone.
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