In Whispered Silence, an original poem

In whispered Silence,

in Silence wake.

Note the empty streets that light forsakes.

If I walk will Silence remain?

Or will Silence consume my empty frame?

Time chimes on in quiet song,

with hollowed beats, insecure.

Waiting for breath.

Waiting for thought.

Waiting.

A flutter.

A scatter.

Echos refraction.

A stumble.

A bumble.

Slow introspection.

Walking slowly through Silence refrain.

Streets empty, yet here I remain.

A sobering note in my hand.

Ink faded.

Words melting.

 Sentiments jaded.

Damp paper tears quickly,

dropped to the ground.

When love falls it makes no sound.

Silence completely consumes.