There, there in the graveyard was Silence,

No, not Peace, just not Violence.


Anger and Torment had left, but Silence had remained,

For what had happened, only Silence had been gained.


Silence had hung around,

Just hanging there, starring at the ground.


Silence was not old, but was among them now,

Silence was there, tied to the bough.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Haven't written anything in quite a while, feedback and comments welcome! 

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Finsmojo's picture

I enjoyed this a lot, Very

I enjoyed this a lot, Very good poem! "No, not peace, just not violence" Such an interesting line, made the poem for me!(: Keep writing

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Thanks! That means a lot (I personally wasn't sure about that line, until now Wink).