Silence

Some love and some loathe
That sacred treasure troathe
Of nothing, not a peep
Not a single sound to keep
You can find or lose yourself
In the open or in stealth
Nothing but your own thoughts
A place where you cannot be taught
Because this is your safe place, or your nightmare
Freely flying through without a care
When you're alone with nothing but,
Your own perception of a familiar rut

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Comments
Goodness! Raw. Great.
Michael
Very well written poem and very natural. I really enjoyed it.