Silence

When I sat down to write a poem tonight, I wondered what I should write about. When I stopped to think, all I could hear was...nothing; or so I thought. I still hear 'nothing' now except clicking sounds as my fingers run over the keyboard of my laptop...

Silence

Is there really silence in silence?

My thoughts are too loud

And there's always an electric hum,

Or the ever-present sound of traffic

If silence is silent

Why do I hear myself breathing,

And my heart beating,

Or my fingers tapping on the keyboard?

Could silence ever truly be silent?

Perhaps; if one could find true peace.

Andrea Vermaak