Williamsji Maveli writes, Wounded Silence

No more profound pain in this present;
It is a real gain in the shadow crescent;
Nobody's life is entirely free of any sorrow;
All you created without a need to borrow
The mind always seeks to deny the current;
Intensity of pain depends in this moment;
Imagine the Earth devoid of human being,
All we need is time; mind of a well being,
And when we are gone, we are forgotten, 
Without a trace, as if we never even existed. 
And that's all, a simple and a fine life, 
Well lived, fine loved in a mild silent way,
When a dwelling has just lost its soul, 
a wounded silence falls over emptiness 
that no one will refill to fulfil again,
And all the noises that may be made later 
in that house will be like a scandalous din, 
ugly echoes from one room to another,
from one corridor to another always...
BY
Williamsji Maveli