In the silence, a voice whispers the devastating truth.
It makes my heart pound, my knees sink to the ground.
What once was, is snow gone.
With it, a piece of me has been taken.
There is a hole, a void that aches and leaves me shaken.
No words can be formed, nor any tears shed, just stillness, the empy air, and my all too inviting bed.
Sleep is escape.
Bad dreams are not real and good dreams never last long enough.In silence, much can be discovered.
But in this silence, there is only the pain of indifference and that small sliver of light called hope.
