Soft deafening of no sound.
No voice.
In our world seldom found.
No cry's.
Longing for peace on hollowed ground.
No war.
Even electrical echo's are bound.
No power.
Non stop noise of any town.
No choose.
Chirping of birds all around.
No shelter.
Endless torment of silence comes crashing down.
No future.
Cindy L. Whittington
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