Death Of A Poet Poem by JJ Evendon

Hello illness, my unwanted friend.
I've woken up with you again.
The pain I feel.. is slowly creeping
as I lie here alone in my bed... weeping
For visions..I hold...are no longer vivid in my brain.
Who's to blame?
Hear nothing but the sound of silence.

In my dreams, I'm painfully alone.
I see silhouettes of people dressed in stone.
They all stand and hold out their hand
made of marble that's cold and damp.
I am afraid of waking and never seeing the light
only the darkness of night.
For I fear the sound of silence.

Under a new sun, I was amazed at what I saw
for there were clouds with angels and much more.
I could talk to them ….....without speaking.
I could hear them …........without listening.
For the love they had.... was a gift... to be shared
with all those who cared.
Embrace the sound of silence.

Said the angel: 'I want you to know,
the cancer may have stolen your show
but, your soul never dies
and will remain bright as the stars in the sky'.
Re-born, ..... I leave the space from where I fell....
Tear drops in hell
echo to the sound of silence.

And though many people bowed and prayed
to the lost friend they once loved now seen laid.
It comes to us all as a warning
that cancer can and may keep returning.
Now the words..of the poet..are found written on street walls
and hospital wards.
All whispered in the sound of silence.