Original Poem

Great Silence

Ignorance is the only word of mine
Only darkness is my over view
Irritating sound echoing in my ear
Wondering in nothing else

Where is the music? My question:
Only the beating of my heart is the sound
The beat that strengthens me
In the world of paranoids

Heard nothing, my voice struggling
Wishing peace to be my savior
My perspiration runs in my course
And felt helpless, so I cried for help

A stranger appeared and wakes me up
I was dreaming falling to other world
A Great silence indeed, it has almost,
Almost become my end.