The Silence

Spread across the street,
Entering my room through the window
Creeping & spreading like a fog
Engulfing the thoughts, the silence.

A sort of white noise,
A weird buzzing heard in the head
Floating around, thick in the breathing air
Pleasant sometimes, sometimes unbearable.
The Silence, I hear every silent night-
Do you hear it too in the words I write?

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Books by Arti Honrao

Depression is REAL

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