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Is Silence Golden?
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English Prompts and such The room is silent, mostly.
No one speaks. Were anyone here,
They might speak, not to me, but
They might speak.
No one is here though,
No one but silence.
I hear a thump of thunder,
Nothing more than crashing chairs one floor above
I turn my head in a circle. I am an owl.
I notice the analog clock mounted on the wall
The needle-thin second hand circling the circumference
Of its face. I wait to hear it ticking. To hear
The comforting “tick-tock”. I hear nothing.
Nothing to be heard, no one to be heard.
No one is here, but silence.
A familiar face opens the door
Looks at me strangely
Closing the door
Leaving lonely me
Once again with my ol’ pal
Silence.
They say silence is golden.
I tend to disagree.
I have always been loud
I like to scream and run free
I think silence is terror
A time to have fear
Because when there is silence
No one is here.
