Silence, is what the soul longs for
Not, the mind, body, or heart
Mind, body, and heart, live daily of sound
The soul, keeps, it’s vessel from insanity
Once the soul looses the sanity of silence
Is when the vessel will become empty
The murmuration of silent sounds,
Within the soul, is of pain, due to the absence of presence
Echos, of laughter and love, that once was
Pierce, a sense of great affliction to its stillness
The soul weeps as it lingers about in the empty vessel
Biding time until the excruciating
stillness of sound returns.
Insanity is what the soul takes on of sadism
Not a soul of any other, can conceive of the specific agonizing pains of silence like that of oneself.
To fill the emptiness and painful sounds of silence
The soul, must sacrifice to the struggle and battle gradually to give in to all reality of its faults
Once the soul acknowledges and admits to its faults
Is when the tranquility of sound will penetrate from the soul into the emptiness of its vessel, to ample its normal state of sanity
OF LOVE, LAUGHTER AND FAMILY