Noise

There are many types of silence

An outer snowy one or

A dark autumn night silence

An inner quiet silence

seldom achieved

Our inner self is more

Noisy than a bustling city street

Filled with thoughts and impressions

Loss of Words

Trying to look for words

But the mind is silent

Cannot tell what I feel

Or how I feel

Just an empty void

Inside the mind

Party Time

I am trapped

In a corner

With a lot of introverts

Steering a the party

Like zombies

What will this be?

How was this possible

They are now starting

To observe me

Maybe the zombies

Will eat me

Before the party

Is over?

Silence

The night has its own silence

So quiet that

Almost nothing is heard

Only the distant

Noise of the heater

The mind space expands

We have to listen

To ourselves sometimes

Accept what we hear

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room